While he's waiting for Robert to arrive, he squares away a few things in the lab. Tidying a bit, making things both more orderly and easier to navigate around, since he doesn't know the extend of Muldoon's potential injuries.
He starts to smile, and to express gratitude for the gift, but the limp and the bleeding knuckles make him tut in concern. "I see the lamppost put up quite the fight. But I think we can fix you up, easily enough.
My office?" he offers, guiding Muldoon towards the small office space off the main lab. He has to have somewhere to hold meetings where delicate equipment can't be broken.
There's a desk, and a few extra chairs, and Muldoon gets steered towards one of them. "Have a seat, and pull off your boots for me? Don't think I didn't see the way you're favouring your foot."
Muldoon always has a number of cuts and scrapes at any given time. It's just what happens when you work outside and with animals. But it does mean that his pain tolerance is high enough that unless it's particularly bad he's able to easily ignore it. Just like with these injuries. If he hadn't been talking to Casper, he would have ignore them until they went away.
With the bottle handed off he follows Casper's directions without protest. A little sigh at his limping being caught, but not protest. He's quick and efficient at plucking his laces and getting his boots off, pursing his lips against the sting of his knuckles moving so much. Then his boots are tidied away neatly to one side, his socks folded on top of them. He might be hurt but that's no excuse to be messy.
"I might have kicked it once or twice," he admits quietly. "I might have also thought it was a person for longer than I should have."
"Robert," he scolds gently, but it's meant with concern rather than anger. Walking on a broken toe is a good way to get permanent damage, if one isn't careful, and Casper Darling is a worrier.
"Well no more punching metal for you for a while, hmm?" Darling says, gathering together his small but serviceable med kit, along with a few clean cloths and a bottle of water. All that gets set nearby, and he pulls a chair up so he's sitting in front of Muldoon.
"Knuckles or foot, first? You'll be pleased to know that hydrogen peroxide has been proven to not help with wound care much at all, so you don't have to go through that, at least."
He's been scolded far worse so he'll take it. Besides, it's never a bad thing to remind Muldoon that he should worry about himself sometimes and not just about the park. He's a worrier too, just never about himself.
"I won't be planning on it," he agrees.
Taking a moment to look at his hands, and then his feet, he decides there isn't much of a difference. So he offers the hand with the split knuckles first. "We'll start with the hands."
After Casper has started and he's gotten the hang of steeling his expression, he turns his thoughts to just how rude he's being. "I hope I didn't interrupt anything with this."
"Nothing I can't get back to in a few minutes, after I've patched you up," Darling tuts, dampening a cloth to set about cleaning off Muldoon's knuckles. "I don't mind the break, anyway. A few hours of staring at digital DNA strands does give one a bit of a headache.
Other than fighting the lighting fixtures, how have things been in your neck of the island?"
The corner of the warden's mouth twitches unhappily as the bruised and scraped skin is cleaned up. He won't go so far as to make any noises of discomfort, however. Even when he speaks he takes care to keep his voice steady and even.
"Quiet." He shakes his head at his own answer. "As quiet as it ever gets. I know it won't last. We have a new transfer of animals next week. That will keep me busy, but until then? It seems quiet."
Too quiet. He gets restless when there isn't an active emergency going on. Restless enough to drink too much and end up kicking lampposts.
"Ah! Thus the getting bored and picking fights with inanimate objects." The twitches are noted, and Darling tries to keep his touch as light as possible while still getting the scraped skin clean.
"Well you're always welcome to drop by and get a free impromptu genetics lecture. If that will keep you out of trouble."
Alright, that time the twist of his lips is for being called out. The whiskey helped a bit, but he wouldn't have had so much if there was anything better on offer. Boredom fosters stupidity and he's not immune to that, no matter how much he'd insist otherwise.
Speaking of offers, Muldoon looks somewhat sceptical of Darling's suggestion. "I've seen some of the back and forth between the labs. I'm sure you have enough to do without explaining the intricacies of your work to a layman. Especially one who has just enough knowledge to ask awkward questions. I enjoy your company too much to want to test your patience like that."
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He starts to smile, and to express gratitude for the gift, but the limp and the bleeding knuckles make him tut in concern. "I see the lamppost put up quite the fight. But I think we can fix you up, easily enough.
My office?" he offers, guiding Muldoon towards the small office space off the main lab. He has to have somewhere to hold meetings where delicate equipment can't be broken.
There's a desk, and a few extra chairs, and Muldoon gets steered towards one of them. "Have a seat, and pull off your boots for me? Don't think I didn't see the way you're favouring your foot."
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With the bottle handed off he follows Casper's directions without protest. A little sigh at his limping being caught, but not protest. He's quick and efficient at plucking his laces and getting his boots off, pursing his lips against the sting of his knuckles moving so much. Then his boots are tidied away neatly to one side, his socks folded on top of them. He might be hurt but that's no excuse to be messy.
"I might have kicked it once or twice," he admits quietly. "I might have also thought it was a person for longer than I should have."
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"Well no more punching metal for you for a while, hmm?" Darling says, gathering together his small but serviceable med kit, along with a few clean cloths and a bottle of water. All that gets set nearby, and he pulls a chair up so he's sitting in front of Muldoon.
"Knuckles or foot, first? You'll be pleased to know that hydrogen peroxide has been proven to not help with wound care much at all, so you don't have to go through that, at least."
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"I won't be planning on it," he agrees.
Taking a moment to look at his hands, and then his feet, he decides there isn't much of a difference. So he offers the hand with the split knuckles first. "We'll start with the hands."
After Casper has started and he's gotten the hang of steeling his expression, he turns his thoughts to just how rude he's being. "I hope I didn't interrupt anything with this."
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Other than fighting the lighting fixtures, how have things been in your neck of the island?"
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"Quiet." He shakes his head at his own answer. "As quiet as it ever gets. I know it won't last. We have a new transfer of animals next week. That will keep me busy, but until then? It seems quiet."
Too quiet. He gets restless when there isn't an active emergency going on. Restless enough to drink too much and end up kicking lampposts.
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"Well you're always welcome to drop by and get a free impromptu genetics lecture. If that will keep you out of trouble."
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Speaking of offers, Muldoon looks somewhat sceptical of Darling's suggestion. "I've seen some of the back and forth between the labs. I'm sure you have enough to do without explaining the intricacies of your work to a layman. Especially one who has just enough knowledge to ask awkward questions. I enjoy your company too much to want to test your patience like that."