BookWyrm
Carpe Librum
Vince found Adira in her usual place on the counter as he rounded the corner into the kitchen. He smiled, or at least tried to make his face form what could be considered a smile. His eyes were bloodshot and his color pale to some degree. Obviously the combination of withdrawals, no sleep, and having all of the tests and samples just added up to feeling like shit. Vince walked over to the coffee pot and brewed the strongest thing he could find, and once it was finished he poured a rather large mug and joined Adira on the counter. "If I see another needle or scalpel before the week is out," he paused to sip his coffee, "I'm going to punch someone really hard."