There's a Harkness in the Nexus looking a little worse for wear, like he's running on little sleep and there's not enough blood in his caffeine stream. His hair is ruffled, trademark blue button down wrinkled and worn in smashing combo with holey jeans, without a trouser brace in sight. He collapses onto a nearby couch and stares blearily at his watch.
"Protips on how to deal with broken bones?" he asks, head tilted against the back of the couch and eyes briefly closed. "Or, specifically, how to help someone who's not really dealing well with having a broken bone?"