He’d been trying to help the tense atmosphere in the lab since Zack had been put in the asylum. He knew you were struggling. Everyone did. Snapping at anyone and not trusting people to even do basic things. you obviously you felt betrayed by Zack. But Sweets also knew you hated therapists so it wouldn’t be an easy job.

“Good afternoon, Doctor” Sweets smiled as he sat beside your desk as you analysed something