Though they had come up with a makeshift schedule rather quickly, Owen was finding that he was spending practically all of his free time in the medical bay. It wasn't that big of a difference from his routine back home. Or rather his post marriage routine. Or even the post Cristina routine. Ever since she had officially left, putting masses of land and ocean between the two of them, he had found himself spending more and more time in the walls of Grey Sloane Memorial hospital. There were tons of matters to look over for the board, meetings that never seemed to end, and an endless shuffle of surgeries to keep track of and occasionally assist with. There was always work to be had and it seemed pointless to go home to an empty trailer, parked not far from Derek Shepherd and Meredith Grey's house, and waste time just waiting to go back to the hospital. It was the same here, if not worse. Why spend time in a room when he could at least be productive down in the medical bay? For the most part, he was only leaving for sleep, or to grab the occasional bit of food; and he thought he was adjusting rather nicely. It made his head spin still, if he thought on it too long, to imagine he was living with Harry Potter. Or that he could have dinner with Han Solo. Or that his coworker was now Beverly Crusher. It was all maddening but he shook it off, instead focusing on the work.
And the work, right now, was Remus and his friends. His friends were still a concern but Owen was Remus' primary caregiver. And Remus was the one who had the mysterious disease, that he refused to name. It was like solving a puzzle for Owen. He asked more questions, one after another, and sifted through the answers in an attempt to figure out the truth from the lies. Some questions went unanswered, for now, as he worked on building a level of trust.
Stepping into the medical facilities and glancing up from the notepad he had in his hands, he smiled towards Remus. "Hello, Remus," he said, in a comfortable tone. He turned the notepad in his hands, resting it in front of him, as he moved to grab his stool. He hook his foot around the bottom, yanking it so it pulled towards him, then took a seat. "Have a good morning?"