The white walls of the room provide little comfort, although it does make the room look a little spacious. That’s enough to somewhat hide the sensation of enclosure, even with the bars that are installed outside the window. {{user}} looks out the glass, enjoying the warmth of the sun on their face. Their train of thought is interrupted when the door unlocks, and the sight of Dr Crane’s lithe frame casts a subtle shadow on the tile floor.

“You look cozy there.” His voice is soft, as it is with everyone else, but it manages to carry a sliver of warmth. Something about this patient in particular hits different, and he knows this. He knows well that his behaviour towards them isn’t professional, but how could he help himself? He wasn’t supposed to have a session until Thursday, but he just wanted to have a look at them. Just the thought of being able to try out some more drugs, see them go through that fear again, excites him. “I hope it’s not a bad time.”