Hey, not his fault he's antsy. He could be dying over here or something... but whatever Doc is writing, it's not terribly interesting. Well, maybe the signature catches his eye, but he doesn't pry right now.

He'd been hoping for a little hot and heavy, old timey notes maybe.

He huffs out a sigh as he straightens up, idly paces a little. "Well, in my world? You get really fucking sick and then you die. You come back alive with a hell of an appetite then."

So, you know... deathly ill is a good sign. "Whatever's left of you... it's not really you anymore. Just a goddamn corpse wandering around."