"Ooooo... kay. Didn't need an addiction history, dude. I'm not prescribing you either of those." Although benzos sound... really good right now. The Admin won't even let him prescribe iron to himself, though. No way she's letting that slide. Ugh. If Rhys were staying with them another night, he might suggest prescribing and then absconding with half the bottle as his payment.

But he's not staying, which is probably for the best.

"Tell me if you find any pot tomorrow. Maybe you can share it around if I can get you a regular script for it going. God knows some of these assholes could stand to be less wound." Says one of the most wound men here. But he's better at pretending not to be anxiety-riddled than some of them.