Medical Center.
Cafeteria.
"By the way, did he ever tell you that if you joined the military, you'd fit right in?"
Cristina remembered something else and looked teasingly at George.
"..."
George knew Cristina's wicked sense of humor and didn't want to engage.
"Not saying anything means he did."
Cristina couldn't help laughing. "That routine isn't remotely original!"
"He said that to you too?"
George sounded doubtful.
"Duh!"
Cristina complained, "How else would I know? Last time I got stabbed by an ice pick, he told me that while stitching me up, looking at my scar."
That sounded reasonable. George nodded slightly in acknowledgment, then his eyes widened.
"Wait, no. He said that to you because you had a scar. I don't have a scar, so why are you so sure he said the same thing to me?"
"Heh heh."
Cristina stared at George's plump, pale face with its warm-and-gentle vibe, grinning without a word.
Adam couldn't help laughing too.
Cristina's sharp tongue was no exaggeration.
Meredith hadn't wanted to laugh. After all, George looked a lot like her father and was also a close friend who had competed with her in superpowers; laughing at him wasn't right. But she simply couldn't hold it in.
After teasing George enough, Adam got up to leave.
"Adam..."
George stopped him.
"What is it?"
Adam looked at him.
"Well..."
George's chubby face twisted with indecision. "Do I still need to stay at the outpatient clinic?"
"Do whatever you want."
Adam smiled knowingly. "If Dr. Hunt thinks highly of you and wants you as his assistant, then go. Don't worry that I'll take it the wrong way.
After all, we're all working for the Medical Center.
Dr. Hunt is new here, so he needs someone to help him settle in.
If you appreciate each