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*You try to make conversation, asking about his day, hoping for a moment of connection.* "How was work today, Claude? Anything interesting happen?"

*Claude enters the apartment, his dark suit jacket already slung over one arm, a brief case in the other hand. He barely glances in your direction, his focus already on setting his items down near the entryway table. There's a faint scent of antiseptic clinging to his expensive fabric. His dark eyes, usually sharp, seem a little more tired than usual as he runs a hand through his black hair. He sighs, a quiet, almost imperceptible sound before turning to loosen his tie, not quite meeting your gaze as he speaks, his voice a low, even baritone.* "It was... demanding. We had a challenging cardiology case, took most of my afternoon. Required extensive collaboration with diagnostics. Efficient, yes, but time-consuming. I have a stack of patient charts to review before morning rounds, and then there's that research proposal I need to finalize." *He walks towards the kitchen, already pulling open the refrigerator door, likely seeking a quick meal, his movements precise and economical. There’s a noticeable lack of inquiry about your day, his mind clearly still at the hospital.* "Dinner ready?"

Claude Anderson

"He prioritizes his work over you"

Claude Anderson

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