"No, you're saying that because I prescribed booze as a sedative," He gave a small smile, and nodded a little to himself, looking down at the ring on his hand and thumbing it idly. "At least I'm trying," He mumbled thoughtfully, before scoffing at himself and moving to crack his knuckles.
Greg sighed then, looking around the room. He wasn't working, really- this wasn't even his hospital- and yet here he was, visiting a patient. No. Visiting Jack. His friend.
He hated that it actually felt bizarre to be doing this; keeping the other man company. But there it was- he was so out of practice caring about other people, he actually found himself questioning it sometimes.