[ There's a small word of protest, but it shifts to a quiet agreement after a moment, and he takes the pill as directed. Komaeda abandons him, and Hiyori supposes that he must be just as unhappy about their present situation. He tucks the pills away his pocket, and that hand presently slips into the pocket of his jacket. He chuckles in response to the warning, finding that to be the first bit of pleasantry that he's experienced so far. ]

You flatter me. I'm just a simple doctor... But I wouldn't be a very good one if I had no interest in people.

[ He laughs softly. Whether he was slipping into the role of a physician, a psychiatrist, a surgeon, or anything else, he was ever just a humble doctor. He would never deny his skills, but it was far too embarrassing to be referred to as though he should be of some particular interest to a stranger. He withholds his thoughts for the moment, not wanting to make a scene, though Hiyori finds himself puzzled when Komaeda chooses to stop. He thinks at first to follow, and he does in fact try. His hand tugs at the handle a few times, and there's a noisy click each time, but it seems that the child locks are set. How troublesome.

He almost tries the other side, but it would look as though he were panicking if he did so. He lets out a small sigh instead, hand remaining in his pocket. With his means of escape cut off, there's not much he can do save waiting. That's alright, Hiyori can handle himself just as well. But he finds himself trying the door a couple more times all the same. It's odd, after all - there was no reason to have those locks set unless one had small children.

He speaks as he does so, keeping his voice level and without a hint of concern, ]

I suppose you wouldn't have heard. I've decided to take some time off to sharpen my skills, and so my patients have all been transferred to my coworkers.

[ It goes without saying that while unethical, there was no practical reason that he couldn't do anything at all with a former patient. ]