[ Jim's eyes follow the loosening of the other man's fingers as they leave the console, and the warped indents that are left in the wake of it. Damn. Concern is more than clear on his face, replacing the confusion that had been there only moments before. ]
Biology? Come on, since when have I ever been polite company, huh?
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Biology? Come on, since when have I ever been polite company, huh?