With half of his cigarette already gone from the walk down the street, he seemed a little disappointed he had to put it out sooner than he anticipated. Virgil dropped the half-finished stick and stomped out the cherry before he smoothed out the front of his button-down and looked Sheba up and down. He could see the way her eyes had sunken in, how her body seemed fatigued -- she hadn't been sleeping well again, had she? He turned his head to blow the remainder of the smoke out that still lingered in his lungs and then turned back to her with a gruff yet tired vocalization of his own.

"Wotcher," he greeted. "Your kids called. Said you weren't sleeping right and that if you weren't sleeping, they couldn't sleep."

Since he was their primary doctor, he couldn't let his patients go without sleep. Ergo, he was stuck treating the problem in itself. Although he hadn't been invited in, he'd visited often enough that entry to the home became somewhat second nature to him. He placed his bag down beside the door and carefully hung his coat up. As customary with the Inoue household, Virgil slipped off his loafers and carefully placed them beside his bag.

"So what is keeping you from sleeping? Nightmares? Insomnia? Something interrupting your Circadian Rhythm?" Virgil questioned as he began to search through his bag.

He had plenty of things to help: chamomile he could prepare for her, sleeping pills she could try at her leisure, and chloroform if she decided she wasn't going down without a fight. Thankfully that bottle lacked a proper label. For now, he figured it best to try and treat her sleep issues with some tea. It always seemed to help him. Eyes narrowed as he heard the creak on the stairway as he turned to see two familiar faces peering down at the pair. Eyes narrowed at them as if he warned them it was better to go upstairs and allow him to deal with such.

"Can I treat you to some tea? I don't think I need to tell you how important it is to get your rest, Miss Inoue. You're not a child."

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"Will you?"

He questioned the lie quite blatantly. Doubt came in a scowl as he stared down at the brunette. For now, he backed off. It seemed the tea was out of the question which was a shame in itself. Virgil knelt down and placed the box of chamomile back into his bag and hoisted it up once more. He had a few more tricks to try, but for now, he challenged the CEO as he spoke fluidly.

"Then you won't mind if I stay the night to monitor your sleep pattern so I can assess what the issue may be," he insisted.

It seemed crass to push the issue as he had, but he didn't want to allow her kids to worry any more than they already had for her well being. Virgil took it upon himself to nudge his head towards the stairs so the pair could make their way up. Given he wasn't as familiar with the upstairs, he allowed Sheba to take the lead. He'd packed plenty of things, the only thing he didn't pack was a set of pajamas. But he had no plans to sleep himself. This was merely a sleep study.

"If you can't sleep naturally, I do have some things that might help. I just need to make sure that you're comfortable with whatever steps might be necessary."

It was offered so cavalierly that he doubt she'd notice that the methods might have been questionable.

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Virgil turned to glance back at Sheba with an exasperated expression. She should have known the answer by now.

"No."

He made it short, simple, and sweet. Part of him wanted to chuckle at how Sheba stormed after him. As if warning her, he rose a finger to his lips in an attempt to quiet her down. If she were any louder, she might run the risk of waking the kids up who were supposed to be asleep. (He paused and stared directly at the slightly ajar bedroom door and gave a light shake of his head when he saw two sets of eyes that peered out from beyond the crack.)

"Unlike you, your children are trying to sleep," he partially teased, partially chided.

Virgil turned to face Sheba and folded his arms. His bag hung loosely at his side as he waited for her to join him. For her sake, work could simply wait a tick. A yawn fought itself out of his mouth as he turned his head just a bit. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. He himself was exhausted, but patient health always came first.

"Hop to it, or I'll drag you to bed myself."

A bold proclamation, but it wasn't the first time he'd done such a thing to anyone.

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