[The outburst was duly noted. Chilton didn't waver with his smug veneer -- if anything, his gaze focused with the scent of a hunt. He knew that, between the two of them, it wasn't himself who Toby hoped to persuade.]

Well. We will see, won't we?

[That was the art of doubt: it had to be subtle. It wouldn't do to push that concern too deeply, it wouldn't do to needle an already agitated vein. He would puncture, and slip that thought inside, and Toby's own mind would do the rest.]

I think a low dosage, to begin with. For a month, as a trial period. I would like you to note any side effects, and if any dire concerns arise -- you must call me immediately, understand?

[Chilton reached for his prescription pad, Paxil already on the tip of his tongue. Five milligrams to start, taken once a day.]