His brow crinkles in a confused frown. She has said just enough for a dozen different theories to blossom and too little for any of them to be knocked away. There's a mild spin of thoughts inside his brain that he pushes aside in his desire for the truth.
It would be easiest if she just told him what was going on, but Rory had better bedside manner than that. Sometimes patients have their own way of telling you things. Playing along was a kind of listening. "Alright," he says with a single nod and moves to shut the door so that they have a little privacy. "Show me?"
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It would be easiest if she just told him what was going on, but Rory had better bedside manner than that. Sometimes patients have their own way of telling you things. Playing along was a kind of listening. "Alright," he says with a single nod and moves to shut the door so that they have a little privacy. "Show me?"