Harm was unused to getting third degrees. He wasn't in the habit of meeting peoples' families except in dire work situations, not personal ones. In that case, he was the one asking all the questions. Jon's interest made him aware of just how long he'd been alone. He hadn't ever thought of himself as lonely but now he began to wonder. It was nerve-wracking but also nice to have kind people interested in him, just because he'd made a sudden appearance in their life. It made him feel significant and seen, in a way that no relationship in the last few years had.
"I'm a nurse," he answered first, grinning when Jon repeated his occupation with a new tone of respect. Honestly, if people saw how often his job meant cleaning up shit and vomit, they'd be less impressed but he was always happy to take the kudos.
"Yeah, I pretty much work all the time. I don't have much of a reason not to, work's my life. Well, some weekends my little brother comes in and stays with me so we can hang out. We're really close. But, at the extreme, I'll work two weeks on then have four days off. It varies, though. I usually do five days of eight or ten hour shifts then have a day off, rinse and repeat. I get to pick my roster. If I switch from mornings to nights, I definitely take a day in between to adjust my body clock. I don't like working tired. I'm a big fan of sleep. Huge," he exaggerated with a grin, meeting Jon's gaze in the rear view mirror.
"I work at the central Hospital full time. I deliberately schedule four days off every month though, so I can do a couple of shifts' volunteer work at the free clinic in the Brazilian Quarter. They always need qualified staff and it keeps my community accreditation relevant. It's tough down there," he imparted, his expression sobering.
"Nah, I'm the only one in the medical field. My mother, Fiona, is a teacher's aide at a local school - the school my brothers and I all went to - and my dad, Gary, is a vice principal at the same place. They go to work together every day, they're pretty cute. My older brother, Quentin, is a P.E. teacher at my younger brother's high school," Harm laughed, gleeful about revealing that he was the odd duck that had resisted the lure of the family business - education. It sounded very inbred when he laid it all out in one go like that.
"Quentin's twenty-eight. He's getting married to his girlfriend, Cassie, next month. She's a hairdresser. Joe and I are grooms but his mate, Pete is his best man," Harm offered, trying to pre-empt some of the questions he thought might come his way. He looked pretty pleased with himself, having imparted these extra tidbits and snuck in a question of his own. "What do you do for work?"
