Lawrence was healed up, and that meant that now he was that he could address the one thing that had been bugging him since he got back from the desert.
And that thing was Caelius.
It simply was not at all acceptable that someone could just go around chopping off hands with impunity, and he wanted to do something about it. Or, at the very least make someone listen to him gripe about it instead. And rather than speaking to someone close to his own level, he did what he always did, which was go right to the very top of the ladder.
He was a little bit jumpier than usual and hadn't been sleeping very well while simultaneously feeling more tired than he had in years. He knew without a shadow of a doubt it was the medication and since he'd started it he had spent the whole time worrying relentlessly about one of the potential side effects which truly upset him. Weight gain. Before even coming to H's office he'd spent a good bit of the morning getting Rodney to reassure him that getting fatter was all in his head and that breakfast was indeed mandatory. He'd even forced Butch to promise him that he'd protect him.
Waiting at the door he knocked, an exact rap of the knuckles which he waited for, only to repeat the exact same knock after a moment or two.
lizbot
