"But you had enough to say that you would stop by?"
Oliver gestured again, going so far as to take his own seat nearby, leaning forward with his elbows balanced against his knees. "Please. Sit down. You're standing there as though I'm going to tell you to leave any moment." There was a faint smile on his lips, gesturing with one hand towards the couch.
"There's no reason to be nervous around me, Ben. I thought we had a rather good rapport back then, didn't we?" But of course, he could be completely wrong in that. The time during that family practice he worked in was somewhat of a gray area in his memory, not the happiest time in his life, especially towards the end when all he wanted was to be someplace else. But he wouldn't say that aloud. Not to a patient, especially a retired patient.