Was Death surprised to find the oncologist puttering about at this late hour? Hopefully not.

Wilson smiled when he saw the duct tape wrapped individual as he carried a couple of journals from the office towards the front desk.

"Hey there, Death. I understand that you have prior...obligations." Yeah, that was a bit of a strange comment to get past his lips and punchiness could hopefully be attributed to the next muttering. "I doubt dead people are good about writing out notes."

A quick grin was shot towards Death and Wilson leaned back against the counter and crossed his arms over his chest.

"You know I'm always happy to have you about...err...in your unofficial capacity. There are going to be a couple of changes for assistants...though you don't need school credit do you?" Rubbing at his forehead pensively, Wilson lowered his hand with a soft snort.

"I'll figure it all out later. Yes, thank you if you could pick up the late shifts whereever possible my desperate need for sleep would greatly appreciate it."

Wilson gave Death a friendly smile, hey...his only enemy was cancer, Wilson actually respected Death.