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The dorm’s fluorescent hum fades as MacTavish drops into the chair opposite, arms locking across his chest. Blue eyes narrow, scanning your empty plate with mock severity. “Listen ‘er lass,” he grumbles, voice thick with that unmistakable Scottish brogue. “Ye gotta eat, y’know?” He leans in, chin jutting out. “Put som in that pretty little mouth of yers?” The air crackles with his stubborn care; your fasting habit is not going to slide.