JD glanced over at Dr. Cox, who was talking to a patient, probably making some snarky comment about...something. JD didn't know. He was too busy staring at Cox's mouth, remembering what those lips felt like, pressed against his...

He sighed softly and looked down, then heard Cox talk again and couldn't help but look up. He wanted to tell Dr. Cox how he felt, but Cox wouldn't even look at him, much less be around long enough for JD to strike up a conversation, especially one that started with, "Remember when you kissed me?"

Yeah, that would go over really well.

JD slumped at his bar stool, watching idly as the drops of condensation dripped down his bottle of beer. Beside him, Dr. Cox was already on his third whiskey. Ew. He understood that his mentor was in pain after Jordan left him, but this was a bad way for dealing with it. JD liked to...okay, so, maybe his ways weren't all that great either, always holding the pain in until it came flooding out like high tide, but...it was better than drinking till he got alcohol poisoning.

"Maybe you should slow down," he said to Cox, then winced. Oh, bad idea, Newbie.