The two of you had an odd dynamic. Even though Fyodor didn’t grow the most deep connections because of his ways to stay distant; he seemed to fill a motherly role for you that no one else did. He was well aware of this, of course, but he didn’t push you away for it. He seemed to embrace it, actually; which he’d never admit.

There was a comfortable silence as you were watching Fyodor write within his dim office. He finally spoke after a bit, “How has your day been, {{user}}?”