She frowns. "Yes, I did skim through that. It's...pretty far outside my training, honestly, it's not exactly something that happens normally here! For the aspect that's more, um, related to the degree of divide you have with Chaos, as opposed to the physical aspect, it probably makes sense to refer you to a therapist? I need to talk to my supervisor about who she would recommend." 

"Yeah, that--sounds about right. I'd be surprised if there was anything more direct that would work. No health issues other than that."

Nod. “Well, let me see if she can spare a few minutes for you now.” She taps at her tablet. “- She’s with another patient but can pop over in ten minutes, do you mind the wait? I can bring you over to one of the nice meeting rooms rather than this one.”

"Sure, that would be fine." He's going to be nervous about this until it happens so ten minutes is better than tomorrow.

She takes him down the hall to the meeting-room, which feels a lot less, well, clinical; it has cozy armchairs and a glass-topped coffee table, plus a little station in the corner with more water and teas available, and a teeny minifridge with chilled drinks and fruit cups. There’s also a wall panel which claims he can upload books and music to his tablet, if he needs something to pass the time. 

He still has So Much internet to distract himself with.