Truth be told, there wasn't a whole lot for any of them to do but sit around and wait for good news about his surgery. Sejae and Dujae, at the very least...were probably not going anywhere unless they had to. Sejae seemed to have calmed down quite a bit, but Dujae was bouncing on his heels, as he usually was. Aiden was a respectful distance away, head facing ceiling with his eyes closed. He knew what they were thinking, and if Aiden was in their shoes, he'd think the same thing.
"Dujae," Sejae muttered in irritation. The creak of the chair starting to sink into his nerves. "Calm the fuck down, alright? Get up and walk if you need to chill out."
"Sorry," he grumbled, changing his sitting position, then again, and again. Like a puppy who lost his favorite spot. Sejae closed his eyes faintly, pinching the bridge of his nose. He understood, and he couldn't be angry. It was a...unique situation for everyone, and really...Aiden was just here for his sister. But there were questions, a hundred of them.