Priya: He looked miserable as she came up beside him, matching him step for step, despite her smaller legs. Priya didn't say anything for a moment, waiting for him to notice her. When he did, she blushed, "Please don't read into this more than it is. I'm just trying to be nice. It's hard as shit but I'm trying. So this time when I ask you if you're okay, don't freak out. Please?" He didn't say anything and so Priya continued, "Now, are you okay?"
Nate: He smiled at the way she prefaced her question the way that only she could. "I think I might be dying. Other than that, I could be worse, I suppose."
Priya: "You do look like shit. I'm sorry . . . that's not right . . . umm . . . uh . . . hmmm . . ." She paused for a moment, taking a deep breath. "What are your symptoms Mr. Future Doctor?"
