"I'd imagine so," he chuckled. Dory had had his fair share of rough times over the course of his career that prevented him from resting for long, but rarely as long as Winnie had experienced these past few days. Even if she could sleep through whatever noises he made whilst getting ready for work, Dory still thought it wise to be as quiet as possible. If only so that she'd provide the same consideration if the situation were reversed. Because, unlike Winnie, Dory wasn't capable of sleeping through much regardless of how tired he was.

He continued massaging her arms and shoulders, taking care to linger on any spots he felt a knot. "My days were quiet. Hatchitt assigned one of the new guys to be on call so there wasn't much action to be had." Truthfully, Dory felt incredibly bored in his career these days. There were the exciting cases, of course, but so much of what he did was assisting young children's accidental bursts and it had long since become more rote than it once was. "I'm hoping something happens up at the farm with the equipment so I can get out of the office for a bit." It'd been years since they had any major catastrophe with their farmer inventor, and still Dory remained hopeful he might get a creative streak once more.

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