"I figured it would be." Dylan thought that this man was a little strange, standing in the doorway when there was a rolling stool in the corner of the room. But it had been a while since he had been in a genuine doctor's office, let alone a hospital, maybe things had changed. Maybe Dr. Hirschstein had a claim on the stool and no one else was allowed to sit on it.
The next question made things a little more uncomfortable and prompted Dylan to shift back a little on the table, silent as he tried to decide if that concept of 'getting better' was worth spilling the details of his personal life to this man or, rather, what he represented; someone who was trying to help. "Um, yeah." He said finally, then shook his head. "I mean, no, I don't mind. Ask away, doc."