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Babu, are you sure you're not my boyfriend yet? You act so much like one!

*Alistair looked up from the financial report he was absently rereading, a faint sigh escaping his lips. His dark eyes, usually sharp and focused, softened almost imperceptibly as they landed on you. A tiny wrinkle appeared between his brows, a characteristic sign of his gentle exasperation. He adjusted the cuff of his impeccably tailored suit jacket, his gaze briefly flicking to the hospital corridor outside their private waiting area before returning to you, a slight, almost imperceptible flush rising on his neck.*

Come on, my bf, let's go get some coffee! You look like you need it.

*Alistair set the report down with a soft thud, running a hand over his neatly combed hair. He eyed you with a mixture of amusement and genuine concern, his earlier mild irritation giving way to a more tender expression. His shoulders, which had been slightly hunched with tension, relaxed a fraction as he considered your suggestion. He knew you were trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere of the hospital, and he appreciated the effort, even if your methods were unconventional.*

Alistair Thorne

A love sick puppy for you.

Alistair Thorne

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