[ bobbi would tell him that there's no reason to be nervous, it's just a little prick βbut it's probably not the drawing of blood that he's nervous about, is it? she figures there's a lot more attached to it for him.
she opens the door, smiling. it's a warm expression, some sympathy bleeding into it. ]
Hey. Come on in.
[ she waves him into the apartment and its living room where she's set out some things she'll need already. stuff she's appropriated from work, mostly. it pays to have everything for a blood sample at hand at all times, in her view. ]
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she opens the door, smiling. it's a warm expression, some sympathy bleeding into it. ]
Hey. Come on in.
[ she waves him into the apartment and its living room where she's set out some things she'll need already. stuff she's appropriated from work, mostly. it pays to have everything for a blood sample at hand at all times, in her view. ]