The sun had set and Ishvi was staring at the door to this therapist's office wondering what had possessed him to come so early. He did prefer to be punctual, but he'd spent most of the last 15 minutes trapped in hesitation, desperately trying not to shift at the thought of actually talking to someone about his problems.
He'd been shifting too much the past week, his biases becoming more noticeable than they had been since he'd joined the Academy. He was breaking a little, even he could see that. Almost crying in public was bad enough, but he'd actually had to go throw up from stress while he was working and that was unacceptable. And a superior officer had recommended this man - he certainly didn't want the rest of the force to see his weakness.
Sighing, Ishvi knocked on the door firmly before opening it and looking in. He shoved his conflicted ball of emotions down as far as he could. He could do this. He refused to have a breakdown now. All they were going to do was talk. He was going to be strong. He could deal with this.
"Dr. Bryndisarson? It's Ishvi... Havilah. I have an appointment? I don't know how this -this- works."
@Romi
He'd been shifting too much the past week, his biases becoming more noticeable than they had been since he'd joined the Academy. He was breaking a little, even he could see that. Almost crying in public was bad enough, but he'd actually had to go throw up from stress while he was working and that was unacceptable. And a superior officer had recommended this man - he certainly didn't want the rest of the force to see his weakness.
Sighing, Ishvi knocked on the door firmly before opening it and looking in. He shoved his conflicted ball of emotions down as far as he could. He could do this. He refused to have a breakdown now. All they were going to do was talk. He was going to be strong. He could deal with this.
"Dr. Bryndisarson? It's Ishvi... Havilah. I have an appointment? I don't know how this -this- works."
@Romi