"Oh you've said bye to Lofty then?" Zoe crashed through the staff room door, unexpectedly met with the sight of Dylan sat at the counter. He was engrossed in some files, and didn't turn to look at her once she'd entered the room.

"Yes. I have, yeah." Dylan replied blankly, not moving from his fixed position. Zoe sighed and gave a half smile, although Dylan couldn't see it. She felt an almost shared understanding of how Dylan was no doubt feeling right now.

"I know how close you two got… and how much you'll miss him." She said matter-of-factly, and waited for the reaction from her friend.

"He was just a nurse… and-and not a particularly competent one," Dylan's mouth turned downwards as the words came out of his mouth. He bit his lip, why had he even said that? Lofty was his best friend and he was leaving Dylan. And Dylan felt abandoned. This man who he thought would always be there, who was a rare breed of human who wasn't put off by Dylan's flawed ways, was leaving. And there was nothing Dylan could do to stop it. Dylan could feel his eyes welling up as soon as he'd spoken. He continued to press his lips firmly together to prevent any vulnerable emotion leaking out. Forcing his eyes to look away from the papers so they didn't give away his upset, Dylan shut the files and cleared his throat. His lip quivered as Zoe spoke.

"Oh come on, Dylan. We all knew." She stated in a knowing tone. The doctor turned to face her, screwing his face up to look confused in an attempt to hide his teary eyes.

"Knew what?" He coughed, feeling attacked by the sudden outburst. Zoe raised an eyebrow, her mouth tightening at one end to signal she was unimpressed. Leaning her back against the sink counter top, she looked at her high heels before finally granting him with a reply.

"He wasn't just a nurse to you." Dylan's eyes shot wide open and he suddenly felt a pang of fear hitting against his chest.

"I-I-I don't know what you're talking about." Dylan tried to shut the conversation down; they had entered a deep area of direct emotional attack, one which he was severely uncomfortable treading water in. Zoe sighed, rolling her eyes at the man. She expected him to be honest with her. She was his only remaining friend now, after all.

"Well I'm going to miss him. And I think he's really sad about going too. He came to say goodbye to me after you and he looked close to tears, bless him."

"He-he did?" Dylan blinked, furrowing his brows. Zoe nodded with the same straight tight lip drawn across her face.

"Yeah, but he's at the pub now with the guys. How come you're not there?" Dylan stared off into space for a moment before replying with a very sure look on his face.

"I'm asking myself the same question." He stood up from his chair, brushing off his shirt as he headed towards the door. He gave Zoe a small nod as he exited, which was met with a salute and a grin from her.