"Right, because you're ... you're a doctor." Even if the smile on his face was still going strong, it was beginning to waver under her stare, which brought out a feeling that started in the pit of his stomach. Was it discomfort? Maybe, maybe. After bringing up a hand to rub the rough and gnarly scar on the back of his neck, his smile found renewed life. "Just enjoying a night off." Which had ended with drinking leftover Kool-Aid his daughter hadn't finished, eating snacks his son hadn't wanted and playing Mario Kart on their game console. Still had been fun enough.
Despite hearing his mother's (and ex-wife's) voice in the back of his head telling him not to, he idly played with his food until he could finally bring himself to scoop up another piece. "Not at all," he told her with another smile. "We're both tired."