“Now this is just an observation, and I am just saying from an outside perspective, but could it be that girl, what’s her name? Josey? She seems to be getting you riled up?” Linux raised his arms to cover his face, expecting Tarrin to react with violence.
Tarrin just looked up and gently smiled at Linux, but the moment Linux dropped his arms, he smacked his friend on the head with the clip holding the charts.
“Ouch! Why’d you smack me!?” Linux yelped, rubbing his head.
“Because, you asked for it, and no, this has nothing to do with her. You can just forget that idea.” Tarrin replied defensively, not wanting to admit it.
After some incoherent grumbling from Linux as he unhooked Tarrin from the treatment IV, they headed back upstairs.
Walking out to the living room from the office
