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[simon_doctor]

A quick word of thanks to Galadan for giving him the doorway, and he's off toward the public-transit line he located earlier: a commuter train into the heart of the city, with a stop barely twenty seconds' walk from the Gage MedAcad campus

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[aj_crawley]

The faint puzzlement on Crowley's face fades almost as soon as he opens the door, replaced by - or at least forced to share real estate with - a pleased grin.

"Now here's a sight you don't see every day."

[simon_doctor]

"I was in the vicinity, and I thought ..."

He runs a hand distractedly through his hair.

"Are you busy?"

[aj_crawley]

"No, no," he says, shaking his head as he steps aside to let Simon in. "Well, nothing I wouldn't welcome distraction from, anyway."

The nature of which becomes evident as they ascend the stairs into the house proper, emerging into the living room - where the table, armchair seat, and much of the couch surface, are strewn with paper both traditional and digital, as well as any number of readers and sober-looking black binders.

"Paper-work," Crowley intones, sounding distinctly unenthused. A wave of his hands clears enough space for Simon to make himself comfortable, as Crowley asks, "Get you anything? Drink?"

[simon_doctor]

"Please," he says, seating himself gingerly on the edge of the couch.

"I shouldn't stay very long," he adds, "I'm due back within an hour and a half."