The woman who came out had an accent he wasn’t expecting, and his smile lightened up a little, something slightly more genuine, because, hey, it wasn’t like he couldn’t make the best of this, right? Or at least he could try to. She was a nice, pretty doctor, and she seemed like she just genuinely wanted to help. There was no reason not to trust her.
>"Thank you for coming Dean."
He shook the offered hand with a nod, an unspoken dismissal, a silent no big deal as if coming in was nothing, as if the idea didn’t freak him out pretty seriously. It really did, but he was trying not to let it, trying to keep calm. He could do that - all he had to do was pretend this wasn’t a big deal, or pretend he was here for a job. That was easy.
>"Its good to see you up and about. I'm Martha."
”Nice t’meet you. Y’know, in-person.” It was easy enough to flash a cheesy, overly-bright grin, like everything was totally fine and this was something he was used to, like everything made perfect sense and this wasn’t the most confusing week ever. As if something wasn’t wrong with his head or his memories or his life.
“So, there any way you can figure out what’s up with my memory-loss?”