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He hadn't been in the best shape last night, but still, it could have been worse, all things considered.

(After all, he's still alive.)

At the moment, Doc's stretched out on one of the infirmary beds. The IV drip attached to his arm doesn't seem to bother him-- probably because he's sound asleep.

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"It...fucked some shit up," he admits. "Or...I saw stuff I wasn't supposed t'make it back t'see. Or it changed things. I can't remember."

Doc rubs at his eyes with the heel of his hand.

"Let's go over the edge. You won't feel anything. You never do."

Nathan could still remember his other self, his guilt with its scarred face mocking him.

"Yeah... know how that is. Like when I first came back here alive."

"Yeah?"

Doc's curious, but hesitant...not like he wants to push Nathan.

"You remember. You patched me up once. I had a beard then. Didn't get why I was alive and healed either."

"Right," he nods. "You had the beard...that was you in the future, then?"

"The future? No, that was a few weeks back."

"...fuckin' Milliways."

"A few weeks my time, I don't know how long it's been around here. Probably been longer. The dough and jungle still in the back?"

Doc perks up a little. "No, they were gone by the time I left. The...whoever made the jungle has just a maze now, a bit out of the way. But the dough's gone completely."

"That's fine. Be easier to get around out back again at least."

At some point he'll need to take to the air to relax.

"Think I might stick around here for a bit. It's been rough at home."

"Not goin' anywhere for awhile...Kim wants me t'stay here for a couple days at least but I'm in no rush...ain't like I'm gonna go home..."

Doc ponders a minute, or two.

"Nah...s'not home no more."

"Well not if they think you're dead..."

Nathan studied him a little, "People already moved on?"

He looks down and finds a very interesting piece of thread on the edge of the blanket, his fingers toying with it, eyes fixed on it as he tries to pick at it.

"Not sure if they moved on or if I fucked up the universe."

"Why's that?" There's no time travelers in Doc's world after all.

"Don't think I was supposed t'make it back to New York, but it'd only been two months, y'would think she'd wait more than two months..."

"Sometimes they don't wait." Nathan getting an idea what he meant. Heidi might be seeing somebody new. He still wasn't sure with the damn restraining order in place. Barely can see the boys.

"I don't blame her, I mean, why would I? I got arrested and never got t'tell her goodbye, she probably thought it would be better..."

Doc swallows and curls his hand into a fist to still his fingers.

"...probably was better, ain't proper for a woman to have a son without a father around."

Thinking of his own sons, Nathan stared back at him.

"You don't want to try to get them back? See your boy?" It killed him having to be away from his.

"I want to see him again so damn bad," he says quietly. "See her again, but they think I'm dead, the papers wrote 'bout it and I...how do you...she was happy with him..."

"He's still your son. I had to sneak around their school, but I still went to see my sons. Even with the damn restraining order Heidi has against me, I went to see them."

Doc nods. "I want to see him. Once I'm not looking like I could play...what's the game, with the dots on the paper? Connect?"

"Connect the dots?"

Nathan added, "Trust me, sons need to know their father."

"How old are your boys?"

(Mun's guessing from appearance since canon doesn't say)

"Simon's 12, and Monty's 8."

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