Huh. Imagine that...no comment from the goddamn peanut gallery. That was actually kind of nice. Maybe Alex wasn't going to be a dickhead through this surgery. It'd be easier to concentrate without the feel of Alex's eyes burning a hole in the back of his damn head, though, if he was honest.
Probably-Jack became definitely-Jack and Micah grinned slightly at the man's apology for being late. "Man, none of us have clocks. I lucked out that my watch is still running after..." he let his voice trail off and shrugged. "You didn't miss anything, dude, you made good time," he reassured. If mostly because, shit, he was thankful to have this guy here, because once Hector went under it'd be Micah and the Woods otherwise. Never mind the awkwardness, he'd have been silently contemplating slitting his wrists if that had been the case.
Micah shifted slightly with discomfort as he overheard Hector telling Leto that he wouldn't blame them if they screwed up and the insinuation there was that he was already well aware that if they did fuck it up, he'd probably die. That was a really uncomfortable thought for Micah to process and how this guy was swallowing that pill dry boggled Micah's mind. He looked over his shoulder and noticed Jack kind of ambling around the door. He must not be a doctor...any doctor would wanna be right up front and center. Micah cleared his throat and looked back at Leto.
"Lee, did you still want me on vitals or did you want me to...?" he let his voice trail off and nodded back toward Jack. He didn't want to say in front of the patient, 'hey do you want me to teach this kid how to read vitals,' but he hoped Leto would pick up on the unspoken question.