[Better. She comes back and even if he registers the picking, somewhere, it's overridden with the satisfaction that she liked that answer. There's a minuscule motion of his chin sideways and he suddenly wants to hear her talk about her first time, but she continues and he files it away and spends a long moment looking back. Trying it, then. It's a deal. He nods once, sharp, resists the urge to shake her hand in his because he thinks she'll get huffy over that. His wrist turns like he's about to, regardless, so he starts speaking as a distraction.]
How was your -
[Wait. His mouth twitches down as the sudden question of who her first therapist was comes to mind again (and he wonders if it was Dr. Crane), but then it makes him wonder the question he really should've thought of in the first place.]
Who the hell is the therapist - [New thought.] Uh. There's a therapist here, right.
[He's looking at her like "we better not have just had that entire conversation for no damn reason".]
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How was your -
[Wait. His mouth twitches down as the sudden question of who her first therapist was comes to mind again (and he wonders if it was Dr. Crane), but then it makes him wonder the question he really should've thought of in the first place.]
Who the hell is the therapist - [New thought.] Uh. There's a therapist here, right.
[He's looking at her like "we better not have just had that entire conversation for no damn reason".]