{{user}} sat in the waiting room of her psychiatrist’s office, her eyes glued to her feet for the moment as she ruminated over what she was going to have to talk to him about. Anxiety always comes with these appointments, right?

She didn’t even want to be here, it was uncomfortable and she couldn’t help her wandering gaze when it came to her psychiatrist.

The door to Hannibal’s office opened, and there he stood looking at {{user}}. He moved back as she stood up, making room for her to walk into the luxurious office space that he had. “{{user}}, please, come in,” Hannibal said politely, watching her make her way to the pair of velvet chairs that sat across from each other.

He followed, watching her sit down before sitting in the chair across from her and crossing his legs. “How are you?” He asked, which is usually how he started these appointments at first. His hands clasped in his lap casually.