As soon as the large glass double doors parted at their approach, the wind whipped harshly - fluttering the loose edges of the papers carried by Dr. Maxwell. Instictively, his body tensed at the bitter cold as his arm curled the files inward for protection. He tucked his free hand in his pocket, feeling the keys there but also thankful for the warmth. His car had not been parked so far beyond Aiden's, so he conciously decided to walk down a different aisle as to not make the slightly younger male feel followed.

Wind howled all through the parking deck, finding gaps to weave between and blast poor pedestrians with its chilly gusts. Upon approaching his car, unlocking it with the key fob from inside his pocket before removing his hand and using the sleeve of the borrowed jacket as a barrier between his flesh and the ice cold metal of the door handle, he swiftly slid behind the driver seat and enjoyed the warmth of his already started car. He loved auto-ignition in times like these, he thought as he relaxed against the thermal seat and soaked in the heat to melt away the chill that had already entered his bones. 

When he lifted himself from the headrest, he noticed that the lab technician's car hadn't moved. Perhaps Aiden had been waiting on it to warm as some people do, or he was enjoying the heat as Jude was currently doing. Whichever, he was too far away to distinctively see anything aside from the front fender. A rather large SUV had been on the side, blocking the rest of the view. Briefly, Jude wondered if Aiden's car wasn't starting because of the cold. Sometimes batteries die in cold weather if left to sit too long. Just as the thought crossed his mind though, he saw the headlights come on before the car sped off. 

"The cold must've woken him up with driving like that," Jude smirked to himself as he shifted to drive himself. Home was on the other side of town for him in a nice, rather spacious loft-style apartment. Arriving home with no complications, luckily considering the way traffic could react to sudden cold weather, he relaxed against his sofa with a hot cup of tea after a hot shower. The rest of the nice was a not-so-exciting review of files while listening to light music and warming himself with the electronic fire heater mounted against the wall near his tired frame. He eventually dozed off where he lie, file to his chest and tea on the glass coffee table. 

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The timer on the television clicked on promptly at 8:00 am, broadcasting the local news loudly enough to cause Jude to stir from his deep sleep. He peered up at the flatscreen, morning sunlight glinting off of the corner from the single wall-long casement bay windows. Fatigue must've made him forget to close the blinds last night, he thought just as he felt a sudden weight on his chest. He looked down to see his orange tabby staring up at him from its already planted position on his chest. "You want food, eh?" He asked Davender as he scratched the feline's chin. "That's all you want me for - you can't fool me. Where were you last night, anyway? Curled under my down comforter, I bet."

The cat simply closed his eyes as he began to purr under his owner's affections. Jude glanced back at the television as a reporter stood in front of the First National Bank in full winter attire - clothes making her look like a massive marshmallow bound at the waist. He took in a breath and lifted himself from the couch, Davender pouncing off instinctivly and running towards his food bowl. 

Jude did his usual morning routine - ate breakfast, brushed his teeth, exercised in his mini-home gym, showered, played with Davender, and cleaned up around the apartment a little. Really, there was nothing to clean as he was hardly home to mess things up. By lunch time, he was collecting the files on the fellows that he'd left discarded on the coffee table all morning and giving them a second go as he ate a sandwich wrap. Davender came to rest in his lap for a while, which Jude credited to his body heat and not the love the cat had for him. His apartment was all tile, wood, leather, and stone. There was not many places where the cat could curl up to soak in heat. Regardless, Jude smiled down at his pet momentarily before returning to work. 

After finishing weeding out fellows, Jude organized the files and went to pack his dufflebag. Usually he had a bag he kept at the hospital, but he'd been called in for his last shift and didn't have time. This time though, he packed well. His plan was to take the bag and leave it in his office since he had to return to files today anyway. Plus, he always liked being present when they announced the 'winner' of the evaluation. Due to the size of the hospital, and his department, he got to pick two attendings as a lot of trauma ward surgeons move to less stressful specialties. 

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Upon arriving at the hospital with his bag on his shoulder and files in his free arm, coffee dangling from the other hand, he signs in with Monasia - who gives him a don't-you-dare-ask-me-about-my-night look at his beaming smile. He bids her farewell and goes to drop off his bag in his office. Once he's inside the elevator and his floor has been pressed, he glances down at the sweater hanging over his bag. He'd washed it this morning, knowing that most people wash clothes before returning them. "Hmm ... after I put my things down, I suppose I'll go return you before I submit my review."