"I see you've been… attentive. That's commendable, though perhaps a bit too much devotion can have unintended consequences."
The insinuation was sharp, deliberate, and not lost on anyone in the room. Callen's hands curled into fists again, his knuckles whitening. Yu forced a delicate smile, lowering his gaze demurely as he murmured.
"I've only been doing my best to take care of him, Doctor."
Dr. Renfield hummed faintly, unimpressed, and turned back to Theo, setting down his leather bag with a soft click.
"Then let's begin…"
He said, slipping on a pair of fine gloves with clinical precision.
"The purpose of this visit is purely diagnostic. If your condition is as poor as it appears, Mr. Kingsley, we'll need to intervene before rumors begin circulating that the family heir can't even stand on his own two feet."
