"And what is he paying you for? Personal shrink? In-house clinician for the salaried and the managerial?"
Lacking introductions altogether, he drops himself into the chair across from Crane in a slouched sprawl more suited to a sullen teenager several years his senior, dark-eyed stare not straying from the man sitting at the desk. There's no hiding the low hum of hostility from his voice, his body language; the veneer he's put upon is thin.
Damian, despite his best efforts, will always be too much himself to pass as anything, or anyone, else.
(For Dr. Crane, it must be like a strange boy just wandered in, declared he owned the place, and set about for an interrogation without so much as a hello.)
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Lacking introductions altogether, he drops himself into the chair across from Crane in a slouched sprawl more suited to a sullen teenager several years his senior, dark-eyed stare not straying from the man sitting at the desk. There's no hiding the low hum of hostility from his voice, his body language; the veneer he's put upon is thin.
Damian, despite his best efforts, will always be too much himself to pass as anything, or anyone, else.
(For Dr. Crane, it must be like a strange boy just wandered in, declared he owned the place, and set about for an interrogation without so much as a hello.)