[There's an abrupt coldness to Daan's voice, and he folds his arms. The response he has received from Midnight isn't the strange mixed frustrations he's had with him in the past; the doctor appears to be genuinely angry.]
You want this to be professional? Our relationship has been anything but professional, Midnight. Almost the entire time. Whether it's you taking a verbal lashing because of my shit about my wife, you holding my hand while you were ill, or trying to come and help me while I was stuck as that damned cat.
But hey, if you want professional, then you'll get that.
[Shutting off his emotions about a patient? Oh, that's the norm for him. And he can absolutely do that.]
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[There's an abrupt coldness to Daan's voice, and he folds his arms. The response he has received from Midnight isn't the strange mixed frustrations he's had with him in the past; the doctor appears to be genuinely angry.]
You want this to be professional? Our relationship has been anything but professional, Midnight. Almost the entire time. Whether it's you taking a verbal lashing because of my shit about my wife, you holding my hand while you were ill, or trying to come and help me while I was stuck as that damned cat.
But hey, if you want professional, then you'll get that.
[Shutting off his emotions about a patient? Oh, that's the norm for him. And he can absolutely do that.]