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I'm quite alright thank you.

Your words say yes but that sour puss face is sayin' otherwise, brother.

Just what I was hoping for, an insult. I'm not tired and if you keep that up, then I'm gone.

Didn't mean to stomp on any feelings. If you wanna go I ain't stoppin' you.

Then perhaps you should start considering your words better. For now you'll have to manage. I'm not done here yet.

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Didn't realize sour puss was such a trigger. I'll just stop talkin' entirely if you're gonna yell.

You're going for leaps and bonds are you? I didn't even raise my voice. Your comments on me looking tired is not desired tho.

See, that right there. You wanna be mad at me, so you're gonna be mad. Don't matter what I say now, I could say you're the handsomest man on earth, you'll turn it into an insult.

Not even leapin'.

Called you a sour puss cuz it was cute. You got offended. I apologized for offendin' you and offered you a chance to stop talkin', and you pushed it again.

If that's what you choose to believe then nothing I say will change it.

[With that he goes back to work.]

Perhaps the understatement of the year,

... You tell my boss that.

[ Being up at balls o'clock in the morning doesn't do anyone wonders. ]

And there's no amount of coffee right now that'll keep me up.

Take a load off man, relax a little.

Really on your back, aren't they brother? Sorry to hear that, everyone deserves a break now and again.

Any chance you can save up for a vacation? Take a trip to Cancun?

[ Owen just stares at the beer he has not touched and cannot touch that sits in front of him. And he doesn't know why he does this to himself. He glances down at the bandaged hand, and even if he doesn't seem to need sleep, Owen won't deny the mental drain his job is starting to take on him. ]

You can say that's one of the downsides of being the best doctor on the job. But the job is more than just physically draining. [ He cracks a smile about taking a trip to Cancun. ] Trust me, I can afford a trip but there's lots of work I've got to do first.

And maybe I'll try to convince my boss that the universe won't go to shit without me being glued to the office 24/7.

[He does glance at the hand, fussing with the beer in his own]

Man, I can't even imagine how hard it is. The pressure, the strain of it. I understand you got a lot of weight on your shoulders. But if you wanna keep that weight up, you gotta make sure the foundation doesn't crumble, you hear me?

You're as important as any patient. You know that right?

[ The smile fades for only to make a brief return. ]

I ought to be lucky that my patients are dead. [ The smile fades again, and his eyes fall back onto the black stout that's gone beyond room temperature. ] Can't exactly make too many mistakes on a bloke who's dead.

[ But he knows he still does use his medical skills to help with the living. And it is something he still takes a great deal of pride in to the point of being obnoxious about it. ]

But I still can't botch up an important case if we're looking to catch the people who killed'em. So yeah, I ought to take more time out for me. Just it isn't exactly the easiest thing to do with my line of work.

Huh? Coroner then? Least they are dead, but then you got stress to keep whatever killed them from bumping off someone else.

Can't do that if you're hands are shakin' and your eyes are closin', brain full of cotton and static. One night, man. Just one night to take the load off, don't need a week, don't need a year, just one night.

But I still can't botch up an important case if we're looking to catch the people who killed'em. So yeah, I ought to take more time out for me. Just it isn't exactly the easiest thing to do with my line of work.

Ayup! I'm the best coroner Cardiff has ever seen. [ He says sounding very full of himself. ] But you've got a point. [ Though Owen is trying to figure out what they dead might enjoy doing. He scrunches his face up. And there is only so much television one can stomach to watch. And perhaps he can take up Tosh up for that night of pool.

Or his eyes drift over towards an empty pool table, and then over to the guy he's having a conversation with. ]

I could turn my phone off, piss my boss off, and if you're up to it perhaps a game of pool.

Ain't there no one to take your place for a day? Put a body on ice for just one day?

That's a pretty tall thing right there, can't believe I'm talkin' to the best.

[And he sounds very honest about that]

Mind if I shake your hand before we start? I'm up for a game of pool any time, just want the pleasure of shakin' the hand of the best coroner in Cardiff.

[ Owen gets up from his seat, and with some hesitation, he offers out his hand to Camael. A hand that lacks the warmth of someone who is living, but feels as cold and clammy as one of the many corpses who grace Owen's morgue. And Owen knows this, at least from what his friends back at the Hub tell him.

And he just hopes the stranger will just push it aside as something else, and not the chance of him being the living dead. ]

If it were only that simple, the best coroner in Cardiff also works for a small man special ops team. So, that leaves only me to deal with the stiffs that the others bring in.

[If he knows anything, it's never seen, he takes that cold and clammy hand in one that is exceptionally warm, almost feverishly so, and as smooth as porcelain, despite it's apparent normalcy and roughness.]

Pleasure to be speakin' with you, Doctor.

Someone has to do it, right?

[ Owen can't feel the warmth of Camael's hand or anything he touches. It is all part of the curse of being clinically dead. But here he is having a conversation in a bar. He lets go of the hand, and he finally goes for a proper introduction. ]

Owen will do just fine. [ If he wasn't trying to do something other than hang around the office, Owen would insist on his full title or Dr. Harper. He finally motions over towards the pool table. ]

Course, I don't expect my team to do the job I do. And trust me I tried.