[For a moment he doesn't know what to do--he likes the smiley face in the real world, though. He's too scared that maybe Carter is still upset with him, or that he scared him so badly before that he can't get near him, but the touch on his arm speaks volumes.
He puts his hand on his arm in return, a little reassuringly, maybe a little longer than he should have.
I like you a lot and I'm sorry for what I put you through.]
I'll probably be more useful being the coffee guy for the clinic, so I can take care of that.
[A wry, though sad smile. He hopes he's being a good assistant, though.]
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He puts his hand on his arm in return, a little reassuringly, maybe a little longer than he should have.
I like you a lot and I'm sorry for what I put you through.]
I'll probably be more useful being the coffee guy for the clinic, so I can take care of that.
[A wry, though sad smile. He hopes he's being a good assistant, though.]