<div style="text-align: center">《Rebel》<br/>
Location: Abendblume Clinic<br/>
Addressing: Armando, Marcia, Dr. Frasier, Roman <br/>
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</div>As the doctor fretted over Armando, Rebel returned his gaze to the man leaning against the wall who seemed to merely be observing everyone else. The guy looked familiar; wavy hair that reached his jawline, a scruff of a beard, and lean. He was unscathed and likely hadn't stepped outside the walls of Abendblume without an escort.<br/><br/>Rebel jerked his head back when the doctor first approached, shining a light into his eyes with the bedside manner of an ogre. "I really don't think I need a babysitter, Doc." He especially didn't want another woman hovering over him, simultaneously berating and mothering him in the same breath. After Sou and Rachel he was about done with the fairer sex.<br/><br/>He was busy watching Armando being fussed over by his sister, a small smile teasing at Rebel's lips despite how tired and frustrated he was beginning to feel. This was what Armando had come back for – his family. His loved ones. This was what made it all worthwhile.<br/><br/>Turning back to the doctor at his question, Rebel nodded. "Dan's unscathed physically," he agreed. Not<i>entirely</i>unscathed – emotionally, mentally, Dan might have a few demons to wrestle. But physically there was nothing wrong with the man.<br/><br/>As far as sleep was concerned, Rebel didn't want to go back to his room just yet. He wasn't ready to see all the reminders of Sou.<br/><br/>He waved a dismissive hand at Marcia. "You go take care of your brother, I'll be fine." He cast a glance at Roman's direction and then went over to the short couch and plopped down, his head on the armrest and his heels crossed over each other on the other end. Folding his arms over his chest, he turned his face towards the standing stranger.<br/><br/>"What's your role in all this?" he asked Roman. "Are you here to make sure we don't steal the tongue depressors?"