"Right. Sorry. It's been a long..well, you know." They'd had this conversation. Simon was on repeat, and he probably would be for some time. Maybe a good sleep. A very long good sleep. A bath. Dinner that didn't come out of a vending machine?
"Well, uhm..." Awkward. He hadn't had a real conversation with anyone since the world decided to turn over. John wasn't a bad fellow, but he really wasn't the quickest. Simon would have to check on him - the big guy had been lost in the medical fray.
Simon opened his mouth to say something, but whatever he was going to say faded to another "uhm." The ding of the elevator announcing that they were on another floor said everything. It was their floor wasn't it?
"So. Nice..talking to you." Simon stepped out, hoping this was the right floor - if it wasn't, boy, was he going to feel foolish.