[He frowns down at his sock foot, and steps out of his other shoe to make it even, holding onto the sneaker when he hops up onto the exam table.]

[The shoe now sits proudly in his lap, the lone survivor of it's Malnosso-induced sneaker massacre. He grins a little crookedly at her, and tries to adjust his glasses to make it easier to see.]

I'm pretty dumb sometimes, but I'm not quite dumb enough to try patching myself up. I mean, I can apply bandaids and neosporin, but I get the feeling this might warrant a little more finesse than that.