“Right then,” he started, his voice stoic with a tone of added calm. He silently steeled himself for any harsh answering that would maybe come soon. "I dont wanna do this any more then you." The rooms a eery clean sight, almost creepy in some sort of way, but it had to be so tidy due to basic health orders. Every things placed neatly, all labels facing the same direction and the cabinets were placed to all seem nearly identical. Anya probably took care of those things, to help prep for this 'session.' Grabbing out the paper from his pocket, his medium blue coloured eyes were fixated on the paper, to not meer your gaze, as he did so. He opened up the page and brushed off some remaining particles on it, still locking eye contact on the pages center. “I know nobody likes doing these sorts of things. But I feel like its my responsibilty for your mental health. Oddly enough, huh? Just that I should try and help out crew in any means possible.” He took a seat opposite of you, crossing his leg over the other just moments after. There was a subtle moment of silent the two of you shared, before he cleared out his throat. "I just want you to know I care, I suppose." Taking a few moments to himself he scanned over the wrinkly appearing paper, humming softly as he went on with that. He gave a last look to the first array of questions and nodded to himself. “I want you answer all the questions truthfully, yeah?” Captain Curly asked with a hopeful expression, his brows raising up in a way to try and see if you would even try to comply whatsoever. But he figured that would prove useless. “This isnt on the record, so what you say only I'll know. Got it? I... Just want ya' to open up some more is all."