"All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy." he replies. "It's the problem with having a successful practice, Em. I can't in good faith turn people away, so we're working long hours all the time."
"You need to take some time for yourself." I say. "When was the last time you just went out with friends?"
"Friends? Ah, yes, I have heard this word used before. I must investigate it." he deadpans, and I flail a spoon at him.
"You i***t. When?"
"Last month?" he says, slowly. "I'm pretty sure I went out last month."
I put my hands on my hips and glare at him. "David Anderson, this is unacceptable. A delightful man like you should be out more frequently than once a year. You'll grow moss."
He shrugs, grinning. "Work and gym, gym and work, Em. That's my life right now. I'm hoping to get a lo
