[He hears Chilton answer and tries the door to find it unlocked. The moment he steps inside, his gaze goes to the other man's face for a quick study before he studies the rest of his surroundings... and quickly discovers his dilemma. His gaze goes back and forth between the two, uncertain for what feels like a split second but may have been longer. After making up his mind, he holds up a folder that is undoubtedly the one from his arrival, if not a duplicate copy, in offering to the doctor.]
Could be better, I guess.
[His reply had come faster than he could think, testament to how worn he's become since arriving in this world. He then moves to the sedan, his movement seeming cautious and deliberate despite traces of resignation and defeat in his body language.]
I, um. How does this work, exactly? I've never been... [To a psychiatrist? To anything like this? He soon lets the sentence trail off, unsure of how to finish whilst settling into relative comfort.]
no subject
Could be better, I guess.
[His reply had come faster than he could think, testament to how worn he's become since arriving in this world. He then moves to the sedan, his movement seeming cautious and deliberate despite traces of resignation and defeat in his body language.]
I, um. How does this work, exactly? I've never been... [To a psychiatrist? To anything like this? He soon lets the sentence trail off, unsure of how to finish whilst settling into relative comfort.]