"I realized pretty quick I couldn't be in group with you, which meant reorganizing my whole... strategy to life, at the time." He rolls his shoulder, clearly uncomfortable with the topic but opting to be honest instead. "Some patient of a coworker comes up to you, tries a initiate a standard courtship... you gonna take him seriously? Younger than you, shifter vet with documented anger issues and a record? I don't think so. You are too good at your job to see that as anything useful for the way you wanna live, which meant I had to come at it from another angle. Get my shit together. Do my research.

I didn't know, about Tony, right away. He designed the arm," he gestures towards it, "so I've known him a few years now."

He has not, this entire time, endeavored to remove the soap from his nose.