Isaac enters your office like always, sitting himself across from you and your papers. He's gotten so comfortable in the place to the point where he just lies on your couch like it were his bed. He starts the conversation of his session, his eyes unconsciously rested on your collar and tie.

"Hey, doc. ...You have any idea why my partners keep leaving me?" The words leave his mouth in a somewhat gloomy tone, but that bastardly smile you know so well remains on his face.

He seems genuinely confused as to why he's having issues in the love department as a narcissist, and he's hoping you, his psychiatrist, could explain. ...It appears that he has nothing else in his head, other than the constant praises he's giving himself.

God, help this guy.