That's me, as well. [That seems believeable enough, anyway. John withdraws his hand. The other man looks about as wound as he feels now.] They're short on someone to handle the bonesaw at the academy. [He offers this with a light laugh to try to diffuse the tension, and thanks god that he'd run into that intern earlier. He doesn't want to grill Will, precisely, but he could do with deflecting attention onto the other man as much as possible.]
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What do you do, then?