Simon was at a loss. His eyes dropped to the cup before looking back up at the big dark skinned man. Sure, he'd seen big guys before, possibly, but this fellow was big. The doctor took the cup, nodding his thanks before setting tossing it into a nearby bin.
"Thought I'd thrown that away. And, don't call me 'boss.' 'Doctor,' 'Simon,' 'Dr. Tam' are fine, but I am not your boss." He tried to settle back against the bench, but found himself wanting to fidget, and doctors do not get fidget fits beside men who might want to kill them for the fun of it - it just isn't good taste, or gentlemanly or manly.
"I wanted to know how long I had slept." His hand lifted to rub the back of his neck, that was what he got for sleeping on a park bench.