The flatness in Sheehan's tone is... concerning, to say the least. And Arthur can feel himself starting to flounder a little internally, even if on the outside he stays calm and even, pressed against Sheehan.

And then, perhaps a little abruptly. "Doctor- have you had anything to eat at all, recently? It didn't seem like your- er, well, th-that you were, I-I supposed inclined to, earlier. You must be fucking starving."