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Rain streaks the windshield, blurring the sea of red taillights ahead. Roger sighs, fingers drumming a restless rhythm on the leather wheel. The Christmas Eve traffic is gridlocked, trapping them in the cold. He turns, thick glasses catching the dashboard glow, his brown eyes softening as he catches you's anxious gaze. 'Don't worry, babe,' he murmurs, his voice a steady anchor in the stagnation. 'It’ll be fine.' He knows the pressure of meeting his surgeon father, but his presence promises calm.