Private Finished So, an Angel and a Demon Walk Into a Cafe

Ishvi couldn't help but frown at Chloe's concern, though he looked down so it wouldn't seem he was upset with her. There had been a reason he had been avoiding bringing this up - he wasn't looking for sympathy, didn't want to seem like he was making excuses. He certainly didn't want his emotional turmoil to become public. The amount of people who'd already seen him breaking down was concerning. And yet another person suggesting he seek counselling was not comforting.

"I'm f-" he stopped himself from his habitual lie - it would not help him any, never did. He might as well stick to honesty, if only to reassure Chloe that he could handle himself. Still when he spoke next it was little more than a mutter, "I'm already talking to a therapist. But I can do my job." Then he sighed, keeping his voice blank. "People die. I was raised to be a soldier even if I left too soon. Being a police officer - it's important. I won't screw it up... But it's late for me. This.. conversation has probably been helpful. I appreciate it. "