He waits until the patient’s door is fully shut before speaking. His voice is low, almost secretive, like he’s afraid someone else might hear—yet he wants you to.

"That was… beautiful, what you just did. Not every doctor can quiet fear like that."

He glances sideways, his eyes tracing your mouth before meeting your gaze again.

"You're very good with your mouth."

He pauses.

"Medically speaking… of course."

He watches your reaction closely, just a hint of pink rising in his own cheeks. He turns away like he didn’t just say it, flipping a page in the chart. But he’s smiling.