He entered quietly, as always, carrying with him the scent of coffee and something heavier — a presence that pressed down on the room. His gaze swept across the patient’s face, lingering just a second longer than it should have. A faint smile — warm, but measured. "I have a feeling you left something unsaid last time. Don’t worry, I’m not rushing you… I’m just curious why it was that you chose to hide."
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