[A smile returned with one just like it, eerie, almost like Harrison's looking in a mirror and seeing himself with a Will Graham face. But said spot on mimic smile vanishes quick as it comes, face scrunching up in a way that should be answer enough. He has no idea how much he weighs right now. He doesn't usually care for that enough to keep track, and it's been a while since he needed a check up. Last time he was in the hospital...he wouldn't go by that now.]
Uh — all right. [He moves to the cheap bathroom scale, peering at it a moment. Should he take his shoes off for a better reading? Harrison hadn't instructed that, perhaps it doesn't matter. Perhaps he doesn't need anything so precise to involve stripping. He's been involved in worse experiments, this is probably fine.
He steps up without more thought put into whatever might result, glances at the scale for a moment, and then looks back at Harrison with a quirked eyebrow. Amused but still quite clearly curious about...whatever this is.] Now what, Doctor?
[...that shouldn't feel so good to say, but Goddamn does it feel wonderful.]
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Uh — all right. [He moves to the cheap bathroom scale, peering at it a moment. Should he take his shoes off for a better reading? Harrison hadn't instructed that, perhaps it doesn't matter. Perhaps he doesn't need anything so precise to involve stripping. He's been involved in worse experiments, this is probably fine.
He steps up without more thought put into whatever might result, glances at the scale for a moment, and then looks back at Harrison with a quirked eyebrow. Amused but still quite clearly curious about...whatever this is.] Now what, Doctor?
[...that shouldn't feel so good to say, but Goddamn does it feel wonderful.]