[Thursday finds Tarrlok... not doing so hot. He just might have hit the point where he's very slightly too stressed to pretend he's Fine, so some cracks are slipping through with regard to his general demeanor as he goes about his day. He starts off in... the infirmary, actually, skipping breakfast to... well, look over some of the pills. Particularly of the sleeping variety. Going by how frazzled he looks, it doesn't really seem like he got much of a good night's sleep.
Afternoon finds him pacing a bit in the bar kind of... pacing around. Just... looking at the offerings. Maybe occasionally glancing at the list of medication interactions Susan put up earlier in the week. He's not drinking anything, at least. But. Um.
...he ends up just leaving and trying the vending machine, which finds him incredulously shuffling through his haul. Especially the paperwork, because what the fuck?
...
He's kind of peering a bit closely at some of the names on said paperwork, because um.]
...Sato?
[hey, at least it's temporarily confused him out of his funk.]
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Afternoon finds him pacing a bit in the bar kind of... pacing around. Just... looking at the offerings. Maybe occasionally glancing at the list of medication interactions Susan put up earlier in the week. He's not drinking anything, at least. But. Um.
...he ends up just leaving and trying the vending machine, which finds him incredulously shuffling through his haul. Especially the paperwork, because what the fuck?
...
He's kind of peering a bit closely at some of the names on said paperwork, because um.]
...Sato?
[hey, at least it's temporarily confused him out of his funk.]