Santana smiled at his comment with a shrug. "I do have Bailey's," she said, grabbing the sugar bowl and a creamer server from the kitchen before walking back out into the dining room with them. "But it's just a bit early for booze, and I do have another patient this afternoon, so I can't booze with you... Which puts you breaking two rules of boozing right there... Never drink before 5 o'clock, and never drink alone." She gave him a warm smile, though. She definitely wasn't judging him on any level. She knew that he was still in pretty serious pain sometimes when his injury acted up, and physical therapy was no cakewalk. It took heart, effort, nerve, and yes, sometimes pain, to get someone to a place where they were able to use parts of their bodies that had been hurt and damaged. Hunter had put in a ton of hard work to get as far as he had, and it was a constant uphill battle for him, but he wasn't backing down or giving up. Santana had to admire his commitment.
"Hey," Santana interrupted him, holding up a finger to stop him short. "Listen... I don't have to do anything I don't want to, and most people who know me will tell you really quickly that I don't. I'm not nice enough for that shit. If I invited you over to hang at my place for a while, it's because I actually wanted to. Plus, let's be really honest here. We moved to the same city so that you didn't need to have another physical therapist. We're pretty well fucked on the professional boundaries thing anyway. That being said, though, you're a likable guy, and you don't have a lot of friends around here. I do, but most of mine are all wrapped up in some crazy drama right now, so things are kind of strange on the friendship front. I'm settling in really well, though. I like it here. It's really cool for me to be somewhere with a lot more Latin American flavor, too. Granted, most Latinos in Miami are Cuban, but it's still sort of a connection that I haven't felt in many places. But just the same, you're my favorite patient. You have been ever since that day you called me a cruel, heartless bitch in one of our early sessions... I thought it was sweet how well you knew me before we'd even really hung out." She was only teasing, and she laughed just a little at her own joke. "But how are things for you here? I mean, I know you got a nice place, you told me about that... Have you gotten out any? Made any friends?"
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"Hey," Santana interrupted him, holding up a finger to stop him short. "Listen... I don't have to do anything I don't want to, and most people who know me will tell you really quickly that I don't. I'm not nice enough for that shit. If I invited you over to hang at my place for a while, it's because I actually wanted to. Plus, let's be really honest here. We moved to the same city so that you didn't need to have another physical therapist. We're pretty well fucked on the professional boundaries thing anyway. That being said, though, you're a likable guy, and you don't have a lot of friends around here. I do, but most of mine are all wrapped up in some crazy drama right now, so things are kind of strange on the friendship front. I'm settling in really well, though. I like it here. It's really cool for me to be somewhere with a lot more Latin American flavor, too. Granted, most Latinos in Miami are Cuban, but it's still sort of a connection that I haven't felt in many places. But just the same, you're my favorite patient. You have been ever since that day you called me a cruel, heartless bitch in one of our early sessions... I thought it was sweet how well you knew me before we'd even really hung out." She was only teasing, and she laughed just a little at her own joke. "But how are things for you here? I mean, I know you got a nice place, you told me about that... Have you gotten out any? Made any friends?"