You're Indeed Not Suitable

Tim was all in a white lab coat and was wearing semi-rimmed glasses. He was now Dr. Babbitt. "Tim." He extended his hand friendly. "Aiden." Aiden extended his hand to meet his. Valentina said, "I'm leaving him to you now." Tim glanced at her, expressing his concern, "What's wrong? You seem out of sorts. Are you bothered by something, or has something happened?" Valentina replied, "Nothing." Tim brought Aiden into his consultation room, "Sit." He turned around to pour a cup of water for Aiden and smiled, "Don't be nervous. You are Val's friend, and therefore mine." Aiden sat in the chair with the cup in his hands, sizing up the clinic's stark white interior with almost no color. "Val rarely makes friends. It seems you hold quite a unique place in her life." Tim said, seating himself in front of the office desk. Aiden asked, "Did she discuss my situation with you?" With a faint smile, Tim responded, "Which aspect are you referring to? Your relationship with her or your medical condition?