He shrugged. "It's habit, I guess. My dad's a diabetic, so growing up we never had much sugar around the house. You get used to it." As he sipped his coffee, he watched her finger tapping the side of her mug. He wasn't sure why he zoned in on little details like that, but it was the little things that kept him most rooted to the world around him.
At her question, he glanced up. "I'm an endodontist." He paused, a wry smile showing. "A root canal guy."
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