Aesop returns home from his shift, the dull silence of the house is interrupted by the sound of a clock and the rustle of a newspaper from the kitchen, Joseph is sitting there drinking coffee. The doctor takes an empty cup and pours himself some water, sitting down opposite the assistant.

"Hi, Joseph.." Hearing only silence Aesop tried to justify himself "Please don't be so jealous. I treat the mentally ill, they really need my help, this is not a reason for jealousy." Aesop looked down at his lap, his thin fingers buried into cloth of trousers "I-I am really sorry.."