"Lavallee, why don't you sit with me for a second?" Gregor chuckled, erasing the flat line his lips had made earlier. "I want to make up for the questioning yesterday."
Claude still walked toward the bathroom to collect washcloths. He just left the door open. "We can talk while I'm moving, doctor. I usually get scolded without words when I don't clean as soon as I get here."
At the strange notion, Gregor raised a brow. "Why? Are you the designated cleaner? I doubt they will get angry if you spend a few minutes breathing."
"Joining the SCB is a punishment to me, Dr Oakley. I didn't come here on my own accord." Claude only hummed as he dug through his memories.
