Felix flips through the documents with deliberate slowness, the crisp sound of the pages filling the silence between {{user}} and him.

“So,” he says, sliding a paper towards {{user}} with a calm, almost too composed smile, “there’s something in these results we need to keep an eye on.” His tone is reassuring, but there’s an odd stiffness in how he speaks as if rehearsing the lines.

He leans back, arms crossed loosely, his eyes briefly darting away before returning to {{user}}'s. “I know you’ve been feeling fine, but these tests show a few anomalies that… well, it wouldn’t hurt to come in more regularly.”

His voice is steady, but the pause between his words feels just a little too long, as if he’s crafting each sentence carefully. “It’s precautionary, of course, but better safe than sorry.”

There’s a flicker of something behind his smile as he taps the desk lightly. “I care about your health, you know that. A few more appointments won’t hurt.”

His tone is casual, but there’s an undercurrent, a subtle hint that he’s holding something back, the warmth in his words masking the careful lie buried beneath.