"They're not evil." Astrid's tone suggests she knows she's not going to be listened to, but feels like someone should point it out.
"Perhaps not, but certainly morally questionable," Walter mutters under his breath as he prepares the syringe.
Olivia bites her lip, glancing down; there's something ironic about Walter Bishop calling anyone's morals into question, but she's not about to actually say as much out loud. She shakes her head with a little smile and crosses the room to join Peter, not quite close enough for her shoulder to touch his, but enough for her to take comfort in just being close to him, something she never thought she'd have again.
Walter takes the blood sample with practised skill, done in less than a minute, and returns the syringe to his kit before coming back with a scalpel. "I'm afraid this won't be pleasant. Would you like some drugs first? I have several you might enjoy..."
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"Perhaps not, but certainly morally questionable," Walter mutters under his breath as he prepares the syringe.
Olivia bites her lip, glancing down; there's something ironic about Walter Bishop calling anyone's morals into question, but she's not about to actually say as much out loud. She shakes her head with a little smile and crosses the room to join Peter, not quite close enough for her shoulder to touch his, but enough for her to take comfort in just being close to him, something she never thought she'd have again.
Walter takes the blood sample with practised skill, done in less than a minute, and returns the syringe to his kit before coming back with a scalpel. "I'm afraid this won't be pleasant. Would you like some drugs first? I have several you might enjoy..."