"Eh, I'm alright.  I'll sign whatever you need." he waved the concern off, trying his best to sound casual about it.  Part of him really did think it didn’t feel nearly as bad as it looked - 'For the love of God, don’t look at it again, Dorset.  You don’t want to be the guy who vomited in the auror office' he thought to himself.  The other part of him knew with absolute certainty that he was working on borrowed time.  This was an act he could only hold up so long.

"I hate statements."  He muttered mostly to himself. 

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