The worry comes right back when Lucian says that, and Togusa looks at him in slight alarm. "I suppose you're right, there would be a lot of other changes you'd need to go through before you could fly, reasonably." But he looks him over, as if trying to see what else is wrong with him.
The kettle whistles, and Togusa picks it up off the stove. He comes over with two teacups and the tea that Lucian brought, sets the whole tray down on his coffee table.
"I can get you anything else you need," he smiles lightly, then settles into his own chair.
"Can I ask, what else is wrong with your health? Is it anything you need help with?" Quiet concern, because sometimes doctors can be strange about maintaining their own health, even as they focus on other people's.
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The kettle whistles, and Togusa picks it up off the stove. He comes over with two teacups and the tea that Lucian brought, sets the whole tray down on his coffee table.
"I can get you anything else you need," he smiles lightly, then settles into his own chair.
"Can I ask, what else is wrong with your health? Is it anything you need help with?" Quiet concern, because sometimes doctors can be strange about maintaining their own health, even as they focus on other people's.