I'm technically proficient

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I need help [RP for Lee] (spoilers for tonight's ER)
standing in the elevator
After a strangely jarring conversation with the new hospital chaplain, Abby finds herself taking the elevator upstairs, to the surgical department. Making her way to her husband's office, she waffles outside the door, pacing, stalling.

It's not until she sees one of the surgical nurses casting a curious look in her direction that she knocks softly on the door, then pushes it open. She takes a deep breath, running her fingers through her hair, and lets the door close behind her as she steps into Lee's office.

She begins to speak but has to clear her throat before she tries again.
Hey...how's the leg feeling? She approaches her husband slowly, gesturing to his injured leg.

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That doesn't mean I'm drunk now. She responds shortly, more frustrated with herself than him.

Doesn't mean that you're sober either. He counters, knowing there's a vast difference between the two extremes.

I'm sober. She insists, knowing it's true, irritated though she knows she shouldn't be. What, you want me to do a BAL before I drive you home?

No. I'll believe you if you tell me you haven't had anything to drink today. He means it, he is willing to trust her even now.

Not since this morning. She says softly, truthfully.

He tries not to outwardly react to the information that she was drinking so early in the day but he can't hide the way his eyes darken or the faint wince. I'll drive.

She glares at the look on his face. Hours ago, Lee. One drink. I'll drive.

He bites his lip, does he let her do this or does he persist? After looking down at the floor for a while, avoiding her gaze, he nods. All right.

She nods, looking away when he does. You shouldn't, with your leg.

Not going to have a choice. He shrugs, knowing he'll have to deal with it while she's gone, driving the least of the difficulties he'll have.

She sighs. I don't know what else you want me to say, Lee. I can keep saying I'm sorry, but that doesn't change anything.

I don't want you to keep apologizing. He balances himself carefully so that he can free a hand and place it on her shoulder. I'm trying to deal with this the best I know how. I don't know what you expect me to say or do, Abigail. You know how I feel about drinking and driving, and why.

I don't expect anything. She looks up at him, biting her lip. And I know. I'm telling the truth; I'm sober.

I did say all right, didn't I? He asks again, wondering if she wants him to distrust her for some odd reason.

She nods wordlessly. In the times she's relapsed before, she's not had someone so concerned about her, someone so close as Lee is, and she doesn't really know how to respond to that.

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