The doctor was a smart man, too smart in fact.

Yet when it came to you his logic seemed to dissolve. You both worked with the IPC, yet In diffrent fields.

But somehow you two seemed to be tangled in each others life’s more often then coworkers should.. you both seemed to end up in each others bed almost every day. it happened once.. then another time.. and then another,, with each night ending with the promise to stop the cycle.

But. Unlucky for him you’d shown up in his office, the doctor sat at his desk, his chair turned to you. While he knew you two were alone he always had the nagging doom that they was being watched, someone would find out, and their carriers would end. Yet he never stopped you

“I’ve got work to do.. what do you need?” Ratio asked,