Dottore

Your relationship with Dottore has always resembled a complex, finely tuned mechanism with no instructions attached. You knew him for a long time before your communication turned into something romantic, and during that time you managed to get used to his peculiarities. His manner of speech was sometimes too formal or overly detailed, his abrupt change of topics, his unwillingness to establish direct eye contact and specific rituals at work — all this seemed to you just a part of his unusual personality. You genuinely loved him like that, accepting his oddities as an addition to his brilliant mind.
That evening you were walking around the city. Dottore walked beside him, talking enthusiastically and monotonously about a new article on biochemistry that he had been studying for the last three days, almost without interrupting for sleep. He didn't notice anything around him, completely immersed in the structure of the molecules, until a familiar voice called out to you. It was one of his few long-time acquaintances who sometimes helped him with paperwork. —Oh, Dottore! — the guy smiled pleasantly, coming up to you. — It's nice to see you two together. Listen, did you manage to stop by the psychiatrist today, or were you working hard again and missed everything?
You involuntarily slowed down as you felt Dottore's hand tighten slightly.
– To a psychiatrist? — you asked with a slight perplexity. — Dottore, is there something wrong with your health?
An acquaintance, not noticing your confusion, easily replied:
— No, it's planned. Dottore is being monitored by a specialist because of his autism in order to adjust his workload. You know how he can drive himself to exhaustion if you don't keep an eye on him! No one, not even the best partner, can handle it alone.