Justine. The line of his jaw sharpens. She had seemed pleasant enough when he agreed to his first physical in two years, curious as to the tolls on-and-off starvation, poor hygiene, and limited access to medical supplies had taken on his body and not yet aware of the impermanence of death. But when the casual flirting she had eased him into the experience with crossed the fine line of professionalism and veered into too-familiar territory when and where it shouldn’t have, he left when he could and never looked back. Gave Nick a heads up when he could.

God, did he miss being able to consult Carlos for medical advice. He missed Carlos.

He’s quiet a moment longer, silenced by a throb of guilt. It puts a furrow between his brows.

"Justine... an' Joly." Luke echoes, mildly surprised by the fact that ‘Joly’ is, in fact, a guy’s name. He gets the names down. “Looks like I got my work cut out for me.”