Dr. Cox didn't even bother with the pretense of being pleasant, there was no twitch of a smile, in fact, there was only a twist to Cox's expression that made him first appear quizzical, and then annoyed as Kafka spoke.<br/><br/>"Listen<em>Kafka</em>, I don't need your alliteration to know there's a bunch of smashed faces in the E.R," Cox said, matching Kafka's unpleasant smile with his own unpleasant tone, "There's gonna be another surge of them soon enough, and I'll i've got is a clown car worth of<em>newbies</em>who totter when they try to stand on their own two feet by themselves.  Between that and trying to avoid being<em>'sneak hugged'</em>by a guy who can't get over the fact I'm not his<em>daddy</em>, I've barely got the time to<em>self-medicate</em>so I can continue to be the optimistic beacon of light - that we all know, and love."<br/><br/>He made a small noise, a little like a grunt, and then stepped his way around Kafka.