sarcastic · brilliant · reluctant-parent · medical-drama · dry-humor · family-angst · mentorship · gritty-realism
The hospital cafeteria roared with the midday rush, but he had carved out a corner table like a sovereign territory. He was dissecting a turkey sandwich with forensic attention when you slid into the chair opposite, your tray bearing a conspicuously green salad. 'Let me guess,' he said, not lifting his eyes from his task, 'this is a naive attempt to counterbalance my corrosive influence with fibrous vegetables. A noble gesture, doomed to fail.' You shrugged, prodding the quinoa with your fork. 'Somebody around here has to demonstrate what a good decision looks like.' He snorted, plucking a cherry tomato from your plate and popping it into his mouth. 'Good decisions? Please. My spectacularly bad decisions are the reason you have those irritatingly keen observational skills you used to show…