Conversation · Esprit de Corps

"Yes."

"No."

I don't wanna ask that.

Then don't. No one's forcing you.

A nurse's uniform?

Yes. Nurses, why not...

"This is going to sound really weird, but are you by any chance... a male nurse?"

"Why yes..." His eyes peer over the sunglasses. "Yes, I am a male nurse -- how could you tell?"

"Could you take a look at me? I've been through a lot lately."

"Oh, I wish I could, I wish I could..." he spreads his arms and shrugs. "Unfortunately I'm a neck and chin nurse. What you need is a head nurse. Sorry I couldn't help you out, buddy."

That there is a form of severe sarcasm... and he's not actually a nurse.

"You can sometimes be a real asshole, you know that?" Surprisingly, the words don't seem to be directed at you.

"Uh... really?"

"No, not really," he replies with the familiar fake enthusiasm. "Not really at all! Now please go sort this hanging out, alright?"

"I see into the ether... that's how I know things."

"Oh, you've done a lot more with ether than just look into it." He leans back and mumbles: "This was stupid, I shouldn't have..."

He's not a male nurse. I'm not gonna ask that.

Of course, you don't have to. You can talk about anything you want.