When Dr. Gordon and Fang came out of the room, they found that Ren was pacing in the corridor outside the room nervously like a worried husband.
Dr. Gordon raised an eyebrow and remarked, "If you wearing down your expensive carpet with your nervous pacing would have been good for Fang's psyche, don't you think I'd have prescribed it for you a year ago, Master Ren?"
Ren scratched his head with a sheepish smile on his face. "Sorry, I was just…" he murmured.
"Just what?" Dr. Gordon asked archly. "Worrying yourself to death and causing Fang even more distress?"
"Ren is not causing me any distress," Fang said loyally, walking up to Ren and sliding an arm around Ren's waist in a possessive manner.
Dr. Gordon rolled his eyes. "Remember that I have assigned you some homework, young man," he pointed out. "Get to work. I'll drop in tomorrow morning to check."
Ren blinked. "Homework?" he asked.