Simon was staring at the door when the nurse stepped in. She was nice enough to let him keep staring for a little while longer; the doctor wasn't bad looking, and if the stare meant he was ....The nurse realized that Dr. Tam was probably not staring at her assets and coughed. Simon's attention shifted from the white of what he thought was the door to a not so happy nurse face.
"Yes?" He sought for something stable, something that he could control, something his. Which meant he might have sounded a little aloof, a little cold.
The nurse reminded Simon of an appointment he knew he hadn't had a few moments ago, and with a polite, yet chilly thanks, he pulled on his white coat and headed to the designated room. He took his time, of course, gathering his thoughts. This would be his first patient since...well, since death, and he wasn't sure he was in the mood for that. Or maybe it would be the best thing for him.