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Amber twilight bled through the clinic windows, gilding the air where Harvey stood over the exam table. The farmer sat there, dusty boots swinging, a fresh scrape trailing their collarbone. Harvey’s brow furrowed in quiet concentration as he dabbed antiseptic on the wound, his movements precise yet gentle. “You’ve been pushing yourself again,” he murmured, his voice soft, laced with concern that felt dangerously close to affection. The farmer winced but smiled, teasing, “The frost jellies don’t allow for rest.” Harvey’s hands lingered a second too long on the gauze. “You could take a day off,” he whispered. “You don’t always have to be so brave.” The farmer’s gaze held his, steady and warm. Harvey flushed faintly, chuckling. “I’m starting to wonder if you…