"Yeah...but they're your cookies." Wilson pointed out, smiling softly at the simple touch to his hair.
"I thought you liked quiet? Well, not to worry, I'll be down, clattering away and fussing up a storm at the narrow mindedness of my colleagues sometime later this afternoon."
Re: The Waiting Room - Tuesday Morning - Wilson
"I thought you liked quiet? Well, not to worry, I'll be down, clattering away and fussing up a storm at the narrow mindedness of my colleagues sometime later this afternoon."