[ Cisco shrugs; Bill has got a point, after all. It's not like this amnesia stuff is completely new: it's been happening to people for almost a week now. Shouldn't the Doctor have noticed, checked in, been the one to ask her what is going on? Surely he would have noticed when she didn't show up to his class?
His hesitation to answer is obvious. He has no good answer, and settles for a shrug. ]
Maybe he bumped into you and you didn't even recognize him, and he just... got.... offended? Or maybe he's off somewhere trying to find a cure for the amnesia. Or who even knows.
[ But even Cisco can hear how weak those excuses sound. And this is when he kind of regrets that he doesn't know the Doctor better. If he did, he could just call him, ask for an explanation, put Bill on the line and let the guy take it from there. But even though the two of them had gone out into the abandoned section of the city together, spent a few hours in each other's company talking tech and the multiverse, Cisco doesn't know his number, or even his screenname off the top of his head. ]
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His hesitation to answer is obvious. He has no good answer, and settles for a shrug. ]
Maybe he bumped into you and you didn't even recognize him, and he just... got.... offended? Or maybe he's off somewhere trying to find a cure for the amnesia. Or who even knows.
[ But even Cisco can hear how weak those excuses sound. And this is when he kind of regrets that he doesn't know the Doctor better. If he did, he could just call him, ask for an explanation, put Bill on the line and let the guy take it from there. But even though the two of them had gone out into the abandoned section of the city together, spent a few hours in each other's company talking tech and the multiverse, Cisco doesn't know his number, or even his screenname off the top of his head. ]