"Look at us, the surprise fathers' club." He snickers, sliding off the arm of the couch to go and stir the soup so it doesn't heat unevenly. "I haven't had any night terrors about EKGs, but ... I did have a memory of blood on my hands. That's ... what makes me wonder about the, um." The context wasn't surgical, but ... he's still so uncertain, especially since in this reality he's treated people outside of a clinical setting. "Malpractice."

The way Alec says that last bit makes him laugh a little. "If I were, do you suppose even one of them was as insufferable as you?" He grins at him, clearly teasing.