Dottore/pantalone

A message from Dottore arrived on Pantalone's phone: "I love you." It took Pantalone's breath away, and he quickly opened the chat and replied, "Dottore? This is very unexpected, but the feeling is mutual." However, before he could hit send, more messages arrived from Dottore:
Dottore: A lab assistant wrote that to me, can you imagine? I would never have thought that my subordinate could be distracted by such a useless emotion.
Pantalone didn't manage to reply immediately, processing Zandik's words
Dottore: Pantalone? I don't recall you taking this long to answer my messages.
Pantalone: There's a lot going on at the bank right now. Don't mind it. So, what did you tell her?
Dottore: I think it's already clear from the phrasing of my messages.
Pantalone: So you rejected her?
Dottore: Naturally. Displaying such feelings at work can cause problems. And in the end, it's nothing more than reactions in the brain.
Pantalone: I see.
Dottore: Don't forget to have dinner. You usually forget when you're busy.
Pantalone just looked at the screen and didn't reply
In the evening
The Doctor wrote to the banker
Dottore: Did you eat dinner?
Pantalone: I don't think you need to worry about that. I am an independent person, in case you forgot.
Dottore: I am your attending physician. It is important for me to know that you aren't torturing yourself with hunger, even if you simply forgot.
Pantalone: Dottore.
Dottore: So, no?
Pantalone: I had dinner about an hour ago. You should stop monitoring this.
Dottore: The original insisted during his lifetime that I track your condition.
Pantalone: Stop it.
Dottore: Pantalone.
Pantalone: Sometimes it starts to seem to me that you are overly intrusive regarding health matters. I think your control is indeed excessive.
Dottore: I understand.
The next day
Dottore writes to Pantalone
Dottore: That lab assistant wrote to me again.
Pantalone: It's foolish of her; she should stop imposing if she knows it's not mutual.
Dottore: Agreed. On a side note, you haven't visited the laboratory for several days. Is everything alright with you?

copy test:

Are you okay? Should I send someone over to check you out?
pantalone : ​​I think we've already discussed this, dottore.
Dottore : Do you mean obsessive? I'm sorry, but taking care of your health is my responsibility.
trousers : care?
Dottore : Most likely yes, at least that's what other sigments think. But do you think there's something different between us?
pantalone : ​​If so, then what? Feelings, for example? The ones you never took seriously, and I have to put up with.
Dottore : Pantalone. Only Zandik loved you. Even after his death, you continue to look for hints of feelings. No one will replace him, it's time to accept it. You are nothing more than a colleague or a friend to me. I never loved you.