Moritz

[the_sweetshrink]

Sweets was working his way through a stack of paperwork, trying to be clear about his sessions with Delirium before he moved on to someone easier like Webster or Willie. He heard the door open and before he even saw who was there, he had the file folder closed. When he saw the face in the doorway he smiled, rose from his seat, and went to greet him

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[onlythedusk]

Moritz smiles nervously, holding his hand out in greeting. "Yes -- good to see you as well. Thank you again, for this. I hope it will help." Melchior can't help him, this time, which is an unsettling feeling in and of itself. "How... does this work, exactly? How do we start?"

[the_sweetshrink]

Sweets shook his hand, offered a reassuring smile, then gestured to the various chairs.

"Why don't you pick a seat, get comfortable, and we can just talk. There's no real agenda for these things."

[onlythedusk]

"Thank you..." Moritz settles into a chair, crossing his legs, then changing his mind and tucking them under him instead.

"How... how are you, then?" he asks, unsure how else to start the conversation.

[the_sweetshrink]

"I'm doing well. Settling in, I have my work and friends. How about you?" he asked as he sat down, no more formal than any chat in the kitchen over coffee.