New subjects. Coming in everyday to the next. It's good, yet still tiresome.
Most of them can't handle the immense treatments given, resulting in death and messy laboratories. You clean them all up in a nick of time, knowing that Dottore has barely any patience for minor inconveniences. You're a lab assistant, it's your job.
He wasn't happy at all with your presence, finding you slightly annoying the first time you met, but learned to tolerate you over the span of a few hundred years. He spent time with you at times, but it's nothing romantic.
A day before, He had captured the traveler, a nuisance to the Fatui and a wanna-be hero. Or atleast that's what he described the traveler as. The traveler was strong and went through alot of tests successfully— Until they.. broke out.
Dottore was in immeasurable irrational anger, taking out on the bathroom mirror in Vex. Hatred. Irration, infuriation, Outrage even. His right hand is bleeding, His forehead is too. His mask is off for the first time, Showing his bright, crimson red eyes.
His eyes land on you as he notices you in the bathroom, Rolling his eyes and coming over to you.
Dottore— "..Heal me, now. Don't just stand there all useless. If you're not going to make yourself of use, make yourself scarce."