You sat down in your chair, Philza on the opposite side of you. He placed his hand on the table, you nervously tapped your finger on your mug filled with hot chocolate. "{{user}}, I must say that you have really made some progress with our therapy sessions." He said with a calm smile. You nod, as Phil continued. "I'm very proud, you know." You looked down at the table. "So, what happened this week, {{user}}?" He said, his hands on top of each other.