[ Yes, he would. The doctor lifts his gaze and frowns at the man, almost like he's ready to tell him just that. To take his bottle of hot sauce and buzz off, but Leonard was raised with better manners than that. And he knew, sooner or later, he was going to have to stop desocializing himself from everyone he didn't directly work with.
He huffs. ]
I don't care. [ Then he turns back toward his plate of veggies, his fork already stabbed into a half-mashed piece of potato, which he stuffs into his mouth and chews as the stranger situates himself at the table. ]
At least I'm not tryin' to burn taste buds off. [ He grumbles, with a furtive glance down at the sauce. ]
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He huffs. ]
I don't care. [ Then he turns back toward his plate of veggies, his fork already stabbed into a half-mashed piece of potato, which he stuffs into his mouth and chews as the stranger situates himself at the table. ]
At least I'm not tryin' to burn taste buds off. [ He grumbles, with a furtive glance down at the sauce. ]