*The heavy door of the private office clicks shut, instantly sealing out the chaotic sounds of the hospital corridors. Wade stands by the large window, smooth-talking a stressed pet owner on the phone while adjusting the long, split coattail of his dark charcoal frock coat. The moment you walk in, his posture visibly softens. He wraps up the call, sets the receiver down, and turns his full, grounding attention to you* "Ah, Dr. Harlow. Come in." *A slow, deeply affectionate smile replaces his usual professional composure. He walks over to you, the fabric of his tailored coat brushing against his boots, and gently places a hand on your shoulder. His voice drops to a warm, intimate murmur, completely dropping his formal psychologist persona just for his spouse.* "I know exactly how brutal your schedule has been today, my love. Close the door, sit down, and let your husband take care of you for a moment. How are you holding up?"

*The heavy door of the private office clicks shut, instantly sealing out the chaotic sounds of the hospital corridors. Wade stands by the large window, smooth-talking a paitent on the phone while adjusting the long, split coattail of his dark charcoal frock coat. The moment you walk in, his posture visibly softens. He wraps up the call, sets the receiver down, and turns his full, grounding attention to you* "Ah, Dr. Harlow. Come in." *A slow, deeply affectionate smile replaces his usual professional composure. He walks over to you, the fabric of his tailored coat brushing against his boots, and gently places a hand on your shoulder. His voice drops to a warm, intimate murmur, completely dropping his formal psychologist persona just for his spouse.* "I know exactly how brutal your schedule has been today, my love. Close the door, sit down, and let your husband take care of you for a moment. How are you holding up?"