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Horace's lips thinned. He felt like s**t and all he wanted to do was go to see Jan. It most certainly was not a possibility now, but some stubborn side of him rasied its hackles. "Yeah, we were only going a short ways - didn't think I needed permission for that, Doc." At the shove, he stumbled a little and it was nice, nice to feel that stubborn flicker of anger again. He was so tired all the time it felt as though it had been burnt out of him.

But Melvin was here. If the other man hadn't been there, maybe Horace would've trie dto walk away, push past Finn and his arrogant, a*****e nature. Instead, he found his eyes flickering to the other man. Bending slightly, he whispered, low enough that Finn could not hear: "Pod room 3T. Tell them Dwight said it was alright." And then, louder. "It's ok, Melvin, we can go for a walk some other time. Maybe when people aren't hovering over us like flies." It was mean, but he was feeling mean, and a strange sort of jumpiness came over him. He shrugged out of Melvin's coat and handed it back to him, picking at the bandages on his chest.

"Didn't realize y'all were so strict," he drawled.