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 Type exits of the consulting room, he finally finished for today. He was on duty last night. There aren't his favourite slots, but at least, it's quieter than during the day and he doesn't have to run into some of his colleagues who only know how to fart higher than their asses, wondering how they became doctors.

Type greets his colleagues who have just taken their shifts before heading to the changing rooms, where he has been pleasantly surprised to see one of his colleagues farting higher than his ass. Type decides to ignore him, he has just finished his shift, he just wants to go home and sleep in the arms... well, sleep alone because his husband works during the day. Type has just remembered why he didn't like the night shift.

"I hope you didn't do too much stupid stuff; I saw you were on duty with the new kid... What's his name again? It doesn't matter, I'm not sure he'll last very long in this department, he can't stay two minutes without doing something stupid", Type turns his head toward his colleagues. How can he say this when he dropped a scalpel in a patient during his first years as an intern... a dead patient, it was an autopsy, but still?

"Strangely enough, he was very quiet las night. He didn't do a single stupid thing", maybe because he didn't have someone looking at him like ha was shit all the time. Type didn't say the last part, but thought it very strongly. "I'm going to go. See you next week, I'm off until the end of the week", without giving his colleague time to respond, Type left.

Once home, as expected, he found the house empty. Type opened the fridge, to get something to nibble on. The box ha had made for Tharn for his lunch was still here. These days, between the business he owns with his brother and his music shop that's starting to be known, Tharn has a full day. Days so full, that some lunches he stays locked in his office without going out to eat. Type knows this from Thorn's wife, who is close to her husband's new secretary. Both brothers are the same, forgetting to eat to work.

Perhaps the oversight is not an oversight. A business meeting could have been squeezed in over lunch break and thus became a business lunch? Type texts Tharn... Than after a moment's thought he texts Thorn's wife, Thorn may have said something to her.

Type sets an alarm a little before noon to bring lunch to Tharn, if it's an oversight. Tharn probably didn't even realise he'd forgotten the lunch. After a snack and a quick shower, Type goes to bed. He would never admit it to his husband, but he likes to feel asleep with his smell around him.

It's the sound of his alarm clock that wakes him up. Type lazily opens his eyes, not wanting to get up. He grabs his phone to look at the time. Why did he set an alarm clock again? He gets several new messages, on from Thorn's wife, who tells him that Thorn didn't tell him about any meeting, and the others from Tharn. Type opens the messages from Tharn:

"No, I don't have a meeting at lunchtime. Why? Do you want to eat together?", 9.40am

"I'm sorry, I forgot my lunch. But don't worry, I'll order something", 10.00am

"Rest well", 10.05am

Type finds it hard to believe that Tharn will actually think of ordering something. He gets up slowly, and gets ready to go to Tharn's work. It's only 11:30, so he has plenty of time to get there before Tharn orders something, if he thinks about order something. Type grabs the box from the fridge, puts it in a small bag, and prepares something for himself as well.

The journey goes smoothly, there are not too many people in the transport. Type decided to leave his scooter at home, he felt too tired to drive. So tired, that he almost missed his stop, luckily several people were getting off too.

The stop is only a 5-minute walk from the office. Type arrives without too much damage at the door of the company, well he still has his eyes more or less open. As he enters the company, he goes to the reception. Even though Tharn is one of the CEOs of this company, Type doesn't come very often, it's his first time, so he hopes that the receptionist won't give him too much trouble.