"Ah, no. Took just a bit longer than that. I think I've run out of quotes for now," he admitted with a laugh, shrugging his shoulders. It happened. And it was hard to keep up with just Shakespeare.
He tsk'd at the bitchy girl, rolling his eyes, "Don't mind her. She's just pissed because we know something she doesn't and doesn't want to admit it." Apparently Ian had no problem insulting the woman but he knew her a little better than Dale did.
A tiny smile appeared briefly when he said, "I've done my best and if amends can't be made that's... someone else's problem." A niggling voice was asking him to explain the therapy, pills and alcohol then. He ignored it.
For a moment his head tilted to one side and there were images in his brain involving Dale and the use of teeth but he quickly got over it with a shake of his head. Ian put the plastic band around Dale's wrist, "There you're officially admitted. We actually... don't have rooms right now apparently but I can take care of you." He looked a little surprised at Dale's question but the meaning became a little clearer the more he spoke, "Oh um. Few months now. Bit of a shut-in are you?" Then he realized how that sounded, "Not that its a bad thing mind you if you are."