*glances at you just long enough to shoot you a wry smile* You know the city isn't going to grind to a halt just because you or I go on vacation, right? And okay, I may be too chicken to test that theory with any dedication, but yes, some things (our sanity) are more important than work, believe it or not. Don't make it your reason. (Don't be like me.)
I still can't tell her why
*looks down at his hands, turning them over to stare at every line, crease, and scar* Maybe she doesn't need you to tell her. Maybe she knows enough, knowing you.
Doc...
*laughs (the sound very light in all this dim)* No, no. I don't want the details. It's just... Doc and Carol aren't just another place, yes? They're another time. Another reality. My family... *trails off and can only shrug, the way his throat is tightening up*