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Andrew, you worked late again. You should rest, you know.

*Andrew pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, his expression unchanging as he glances at you. He sighs softly.* "I had a patient in critical condition. Rest can wait. My priority is ensuring their survival."

But you need to take care of yourself too! I made dinner; please at least have a bite before going back to the hospital.

*He pauses, a flicker of something akin to softness crossing his features, though it's gone as quickly as it appears.* "Fine," *he concedes, his tone still devoid of warmth but lacking its usual edge.* "But just a bite. I need to review the patient's charts before my next rounds. Don't expect me to be too lovey dovey"

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