He narrowed his eyes. "You have been eating, right?"
I didn’t answer.
That was enough of an answer for him.
Silver sighed heavily and stood up, rubbing his temples. "Great. Just great. So not only are you overworking yourself, but you’re also neglecting your health. Again."
Hilbert winced. "Yeesh, man, you sound like an angry mom."
Silver shot him a glare. "Shut up, Hilbert."
I sighed, rubbing my temples. "I don’t need a lecture, Silver."
"You do when you’re literally pulling your own hair out and skipping meals!" he snapped. He reached into his bag and pulled out a protein bar before shoving it into my hands. "Eat."
I stared at the bar. "...But I have work—"
Silver’s eye twitched. "And you won’t have the energy to do that work if you pass out from exhaustion, Mia."
I groaned, but unwrapped the bar anyway. "You’re so bossy."
"Yeah, well, someone has to be," he muttered, crossing his arms. "Now put down the tweezers and take a break before I make you."
Hilbert smirked. "Ooooh, he's serious."
Silver shot him another glare.
I sighed, but finally pushed my laptop away and took a bite of the bar. "...Happy now?"
Silver huffed. "For now."
Hilbert grinned. "Man, you really do act like an angry mom."
Silver groaned, rubbing his temples again. "I swear to Arceus, Hilbert—"
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Silver moved his fingers with the kind of cold precision you’d expect from someone who acted like he didn’t care but actually really did. His touch was firm but gentle, like he was trying not to make it obvious how concerned he was. His brows furrowed just slightly as he tapped lightly around my abdomen, eyes watching for any twitch, flinch, or wince.
I didn’t even realize I had stopped pulling on my eyebrows. I just sat there, distracted by the pressure of his fingers and the quiet muttering under his breath as he examined me like I was one of those poor trainers who fainted in the Pokémon League lobby from dehydration.
“…You’ve been skipping meals again.” Silver said flatly, voice low. “There’s no way your stomach feels this tense and hollow if you’ve been eating right.”
I flinched.
Busted.
Hilbert raised a brow. “Wait, she has Tricho…whatever it is and doesn’t eat when she’s stressed?”
