[ He's quiet through most all of it, hands over his wrist when asked for, finding that spot on Adrien's shirt again to watch. Try to count threads from a distance, maybe. When he's told about the blood pressure process, he nods, while Adrien talks, signalling, yes, he knows how this works.
Tugging the wrap up on his arm, he does need some help tightening it down, as it's a little hard to get it tight enough one handed, but doesn't mind the assistance. Adrien's good about telling him what happens when, and making sure to keep his distance otherwise, and Andyr's appreciative for it. Doesn't mean he trusts him, but it does mean he hates him less, and considering most everyone starts off in the 'hate' category for Andyr, that's good news.
Then there's the issue of the stethoscope, and the hand at his arm. After a moment of staring at the device in question, and down at Adrien's hands, he nods, holding his arm out to let the man do what he needs to, trying to keep the fingers on that hand from fidgeting much while he's taking his blood pressure.
To busy himself, his eyes explore over the personal looking stethoscope, noting that it's different from the others he'd seen in the room before, which he double checks by glancing over a shoulder (and immediately regretting looking at the room at large - too many white coats, too many IV bags, too many beeping machines and bright overhead lights). ]
Yours is different. [ he turns back to ask, nodding at the instrument. ] Where'd you get it?
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Tugging the wrap up on his arm, he does need some help tightening it down, as it's a little hard to get it tight enough one handed, but doesn't mind the assistance. Adrien's good about telling him what happens when, and making sure to keep his distance otherwise, and Andyr's appreciative for it. Doesn't mean he trusts him, but it does mean he hates him less, and considering most everyone starts off in the 'hate' category for Andyr, that's good news.
Then there's the issue of the stethoscope, and the hand at his arm. After a moment of staring at the device in question, and down at Adrien's hands, he nods, holding his arm out to let the man do what he needs to, trying to keep the fingers on that hand from fidgeting much while he's taking his blood pressure.
To busy himself, his eyes explore over the personal looking stethoscope, noting that it's different from the others he'd seen in the room before, which he double checks by glancing over a shoulder (and immediately regretting looking at the room at large - too many white coats, too many IV bags, too many beeping machines and bright overhead lights). ]
Yours is different. [ he turns back to ask, nodding at the instrument. ] Where'd you get it?