Post by Gregory Vincent Ashford on Jun 7, 2013 15:38:58 GMT -5
Greg nodded as he listened to Naomi talk about how she had planned to go into medical school, the EMT work, and what had come of it. He smiled a little bit, sympathetically, when she mentioned what had come of it and how she had managed to not like the sight of blood, he assumed. He shook his head a little. He wished he had gone to school just because he figured it would help him figure out better how to help the people who were here, how he could better save more lives and limbs. But at the same time, he thought that the practical experience in just learning as he went was good for that. He shook his head a little bit and came back to the conversation.
”I’m sure your dad understood?” he ventured, carefully, when he noted that she had done it to follow her father. Greg had never had that sort of relationship with his father and any sort of thoughts of not doing as his father pleased was not the sort of thought that he really wanted ot have for the sake of his own sanity. But back to the real topic.
”You seem so at home with the books though so maybe it’s for the best?” he said, slightly shy but also because he was working on seeing the bright side if he could, it was part of his attempt to get over his childhood stuff. ”I saw a lot of blood growing up, so it didn’t really phase me much when I had to deal with it, on this sorta level. And it was the only thing I was any good at around here” he said, with a little laugh. He kept why he saw blood a lot to himself, he let anyone he managed to mke the comment to guess.
Only Mark knew about his childhood after all and that was because Greg knew about his. But that was in the past and he wished it would stop invading his thoughts now. He was happy to sit here in the library and work on the new books, it gave him a chance to see what the new books were, he thought with a smile. The title hw as currently working on, for example, surely caught his eye. It was one of the classics, one of those he hadn’t read growing up.
He looked up when the kettle when off and smiled a little when Naomi went to go and check on it, returning to being more curious about the book in his hands than actually writing out more of the cards, he would confess. He took a moment to scan the book as she set up the tea, skimming this page or that. He had heard of a lot of books of course it but wasn’t always easy to get his hands on one that he had wanted to and he made a note to take it out next time he had a spare moment to do so. He tended to screw up his sleep schedule even worse than it always was from always being on call by reading whenever he was off instead of sleeping after all. But he didn’t care, he was a scholar at heart.
He nodded when she brought over the tea, with a smile. Maybe he should find some way to invest in a bit of tea himself, it’d help keep him awake or help him sleep with his weird schedule. He doubted he actually would, and not just cause Mark was always teasing. It was more the humble side of him that would likely not go that way. But at the same time, it was a thought that he entertained for a while before he actually looked around the library for a moment, smiled absently and actually bothered to speak again. ”I’m glad that you did go into library science though, if that’s not insensitive or anything…I dunno what this place would be like without the escape that is books, and you gave it that” he said, with a firm little nod. He was bright red from saying something as bold as that, but he felt like it had to be said.
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