Another appointment with him, scheduled for just afternoon, and he allowed himself to go out fifteen minutes earlier so that he could catch a smoke break... and to allow his son to run. As though the kid couldn't be anymore of a sugar high, hyper energetic little monster it would seem that the universe decided to prove him wrong when he grew... and when some idiot left a case of Mountain Dew sitting in the break room. He was pretty sure it was on purpose and to punish him for... something, could be any number of them.
He watched the boy as he did his back and forth laps in front of Aden, from one side of the grounds to the other, and he merely watched, lifting his cigarette up to take a drag off of it. This was... amusing to say the least. He should be upset but he wasn't, it was like watching a dog chase a lasor light, only there was no light just the back and forth running, "Crazy." He murmured before looking over his shoulder and out the tall, wrought iron gate to await the arrival of today's patient. Should be interesting he thought to himself. Then again there was never a day when his job wasn't just that.
