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Maybe I should start losing? But then he'll call me out. And if I get injured I won't be able to do my commissions and he'll come back anyway, probably with some home-made soup.

[He wouldn't mind the soup, but he's not getting deliberately injured for that...]

Oh, he'd know. If he's even seen a fraction of your strength, he won't believe you for a second.
But he won't need to go out of his way to treat you if you're injured. I'm the doctor, here.

[ ...A doctor for vampires, that is, so it doesn't really count, but. Hm. Is that a hint of jealousy? ]

[Aether is amused by this exchange. Is Vanitas jealous??]

How thankful I am to have you by my side, Doctor Vanitas.

You should be. He wouldn't know a thing about how you like your food prepared, or how much pressure to apply to the affected area

[ Oh. ]

simply because he's never had those experiences with you before.
Right?

[ It's not like he's jealous or anything...psh.... ]

No, not at all. You're the one who knows me best.

And I'm always thankful for that.

[ It's a very good thing, in his eyes, that Aether can't see that he's smiling. ]

I'd certainly hope so, on both counts.
In any case, rest assured that I won't interfere in your sparring matches.

[ It seems...fine enough...and also he has no interest in getting himself killed. ]

It's true!

And I'm not really that thrilled to have those sparring matches anyway. Maybe you could save me from them if you showed up and said that I promised to spend time with you. He is very serious about promises so he wouldn't let me break one either.