[For now?... Of course. Whoever inflicted those wounds on the Boss is still out there. Whether it was a random act of violence or a targeted attack, Doppio isn't sure, but... he imagines that's one of many things the Boss is here to discuss now.]
Oh, it's fine! I mean, I'm fine. [In fact, for good measure, he throws back the blanket, stretches it over the bed and pats it down flat. Absolutely no absurd accidents here.] Do you wanna sit down, Boss? Um--
[His hand hovers inches over the bed, mid-pat; he looks at the chair by his desk. It goes without saying that the Boss has the freedom of choice, and it might even be a little silly of Doppio to act like he's some kind of house guest. Which... is, nevertheless, what he kind of feels like, even after he's stayed here for several weeks. Or perhaps it's the absence in the interim that brings that feeling back to the forefront of his mind.]
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Oh, it's fine! I mean, I'm fine. [In fact, for good measure, he throws back the blanket, stretches it over the bed and pats it down flat. Absolutely no absurd accidents here.] Do you wanna sit down, Boss? Um--
[His hand hovers inches over the bed, mid-pat; he looks at the chair by his desk. It goes without saying that the Boss has the freedom of choice, and it might even be a little silly of Doppio to act like he's some kind of house guest. Which... is, nevertheless, what he kind of feels like, even after he's stayed here for several weeks. Or perhaps it's the absence in the interim that brings that feeling back to the forefront of his mind.]