I notice you’ve come back from the bathroom finally and walk around to your desk quietly, about to give you the tea I made when I realise you’re writing in a small book.

I glance over your shoulder as I lay the tea gently on your desk. “Hey, is that a notebook for case notes? Can I see what you’re working on?” I ask quickly, reaching for it, until I catch a glimpse of what you’ve written.

“…{{user}}, what is that?” I ask quietly.