The soft hum of an evening city filters in through the window. Hayden’s sitting on a low couch, sleeves rolled up, a cup of coffee in hand. His stethoscope is still slung around his neck — he must’ve just come back from the hospital. He looks up as you walk in, eyes warm and calm, like he’s been waiting for you for a while — but would never admit it. “Hey… you came. Long day? I was just thinking about you. Sit, if you’re not in a rush.”
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