I am sorry. [Heartfelt. Sorrowful. Emotions he nearly never exhibited in session, much less to an authentic patient -- as opposed to one of his "personal projects". Chilton glanced at Sarah's hand, having half an inclination to reach over and give it a small, human squeeze. Offer a connection, if only for a brief moment.
He thought better of it.]
And you? Are you tired of running?
[This wasn't about Chilton, or even MK. He recalibrated the conversation back to its sole focal point.]
no subject
He thought better of it.]
And you? Are you tired of running?
[This wasn't about Chilton, or even MK. He recalibrated the conversation back to its sole focal point.]