"Trust me, I'd love to," Doc says, finally getting to the place he needs to be. He lightly brushes his fingers over it, feeling a little odd. He knows he has to do this, knows Dee wants him to do this, but still. . . .
Marty notices and goes around to pat his shoulder. "You okay?"
"Yeah, just -- getting used to the idea," he says. Taking a deep breath, he gets back to work. "No," he says in response to Clark's question. "Got them as a result of being brought to Arcadia. I think what Marty meant is that I've always had a reputation as a tinkerer."
"One who could do some pretty crazy stuff," Marty nods.
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Date: 2011-03-17 02:29 am (UTC)Marty notices and goes around to pat his shoulder. "You okay?"
"Yeah, just -- getting used to the idea," he says. Taking a deep breath, he gets back to work. "No," he says in response to Clark's question. "Got them as a result of being brought to Arcadia. I think what Marty meant is that I've always had a reputation as a tinkerer."
"One who could do some pretty crazy stuff," Marty nods.