"I don't generally...car and a pine box?" 

"Yeah." 

He scowls. "Don't talk about me like I'm not here."

"Sorry. 'Car and a pine box' refers to...Marian was in a car accident and I spent a while awake and paralyzed in my own grave. Specific triggers." 

He super doesn't like someone knowing what gives him panic attacks, even ones he can work through.

"I'm fine," he repeats.

"There are meanings of the word fine other than functional, and I'm pretty sure you aren't any of those." 

Scowl.

"My parents died when I was in that car crash, and I did too, but my ghost got stuck in my body. It's okay to not be fine after something bad happens, even for a very long time."

He crosses his arms.

"--Chronos, do not literally go call a therapist, not only is doing that without his consent even more of a violation of his boundaries than we've already done therapy doesn't even work on uncooperative subjects," she says as the dark-haired man starts to get up from the table. He sits back down. 

...She looks at Sasuke. 

"I really am sorry for this," she says. "I knew it might be a mistake when I asked him to do that.It looks like I was right, and I apologize." 

He seems a bit taken aback by that. Definitely disconcerted.

"...It's fine."

"No, it's not, it was a massive invasion of privacy. I thought if it could help it might be worth it but even if it did help it would still be a massive invasion of privacy." 

Things being not fine because they invade privacy is another weird concept, especially since this seems to go past how villages will pretend to be mad at each other for spying even though everyone spies on everyone.

He shrugs.

"So--right now, what do you want. Or need. Or want to throw us off by saying you want or need." 

It's been at least twenty four hours since he last ate or drank, so: "Food and water."

Nod. "Alright." 

She goes to a cupboard and pulls out a tall glass and fills it in the sink, then goes to the fridge and pulls out a plastic-wrapped plate of ham and tomato sandwiches and peels off the plastic wrap and brings him both glass and plate. 

He examines the sandwiches very thoroughly, pushes some of his energy through the water, but seems to find them satisfactory, and - "Can I sit?"

If he's going to be eating that seems less awkward than standing in this corner to eat.

"Yeah, of course. The living room is a public area; we have guests often enough that everyone who lives here knows not to leave anything out here that it's vital not get messed with." 

He'll perch on the couch, then, ready to move if he has to, and pick at the meal.

It's not poisoned or anything. 

Footsteps can be heard on the stairs. 

He tenses again.

The woman who emerges from the stairwell walks like a civilian, at least. She glances at Sasuke only briefly before grabbing a muffin out of a cupboard and leaving through a different door. 

"Who else is here?"

"It's her and us and the twins. The twins are currently out."