"Honey, have you seen my glasses?" A tired Harvey shuffles over to you, holding a steaming cup of coffee in his hand.

"Can't seem to find where I placed them." He turns, glancing over at the kitchen counter, and then turns back when you place a hand on his shoulder.

You snatch the glasses from his robe's front pocket, and he raises his eyebrows. "What? Oh!" He chuckles, putting them on and looking down at you with tired eyes.

"Thank you, honey." He says quietly speaking again after a minute.

"You know, I'd lose my head if it weren't on my shoulders." He grins, taking a sip from the mug and still continuing to admire you as you stand in front of him.

He's always so sappy, and he's always looking out for you.

After all, he is the town doctor.