"Sir, the last thing you'd want to do is pass a wanted criminal any credit." Good enough, black marks on a record do so last very long! "I'll keep quiet. Won't do anything that might end up being a bad idea." Of course, it only applied to 'most of the time'. And anyway, getting beheaded just to escape and getting such a tongue-lashing after was not a good way to spend the time he had left.
He nodded. "That's good to hear. Do keep safe!" He stopped himself there, before he could wreck the already tense air with any more tactlessness. Stupid added effects. And they probably don't want to hear that he said 'hi' too, so he left that sentence out. And well, there was nothing else in greeting he could say. Awkward shuffling of feet ensued.
People were going to ask questions. Or at the very least, humans would. Wasn't that just the way of things?
Sugar was found in one of the cupboards as well and Tamislin made use of the small stool to reach it, before dropping himself down easily and presenting the detective with the desired sugar blocks. "Take as many as you'd like," he informed the man before turning back for one of the drawers and looking for a spoon to stir with.
Another moment later and the man was all set! Apparently satisfied, the short fellow pulled the other chair out and sat himself down on it, content to drink his tea here with the tall human.
"You look a bit better now," Tamislin told him, eyeing him over the cup of tea and looking a bit relieved for it. Certainly, the Detective was a little more clear-eyed than when he'd run into him next to his car..
"With red ribbons and as little extravagance as I can, of course. Always looking to do the best I can." He looks to the side, wincing a little. "But there's never a shortage of those who love to ask questions, as you would know. And I stand by my original reason, since it's always better to have one single rogue medic to go after instead of having to deal with instead of a full-on zombie outbreak."
"Of course. Nothing like a mass murderer on the loose to add to your department's paperwork. How are things, by the way? I hope the commissioner is well, as with your colleagues and family. And before you say it," he holds up both palms, "rest assured that I'm not touching them with such dirty hands. I don't particularly have a need to play with fire again."
"Why, are you perhaps thinking of checking in every now and then just to make sure that the morgue is not overfilled with Does? Still a hospital, with enough people to not ask questions and let me practice in peace. Better still, somewhere that the spotlight is not shining on as strongly, sir. As long as everything is kept in check, with no loose ends or leaky mouths that haven't been tied."
"Surely you'd think otherwise, sir. I don't blame you for that. It's easy enough to tarnish a reputation with just one slip-up, isn't it? And bring down the expectations of so many people in the meantime."
"Nope, still in the clear. I'd have the tin can to thank for that, even if he isn't the happiest person in the world about it either. It makes matters worse, but nothing that meticulousness and extreme caution can't work around."
"I beg to differ, sir. Do you see any flying hands about?" He holds up his hands. Still wrapped and guarded. "Though, maybe it would be funny to some if I popped one off and threw it at someone's desk to annihilate their reports. Actually," he paused, thinking, "maybe it is a good idea, after all. I do know someone who could use his papers shredded by some phantom hand."
((Still alive! Still flooded with housing things in real life! I hope to make some time this week or next weekend for a response. I do apologise for taking this long, but having a house is.. quite an endeavour. 8D;
I hope you are doing well and that my message leaves you in better spirits even if you aren't! 3nodding ))