The doctor seemed confident, albeit barely, that this was nothing to worry about. Trenton had to laugh, and the sound was bitter enough to warrant a cringe. "Nothing to worry about.." Repeating the assurance with a note of mocking, shaking his head as he collected his white shirt and pulled his arms back into it. A part of him was inclined to rummage through the kitchen, find a knife and drive it into his own chest while screaming, "When should I start worrying?". But it was difficult to imagine such theatrics when he wasn't in some full-tilt coke mania. Maybe later, then.
"I think it goes without saying that nobody should hear about this." Not that they'd likely believe it, Trenton was still balancing on the idea that he was losing his mind.
"What do I owe you?" He asked whilst buttoning his shirt back up.