Nodding, Marc followed after only a slight hesitation. He took careful note of the doors and how they opened easily and weren't locked. When they were in the room, he checked behind the curtain, just in case there was an orderly waiting for him with a syringe filled with sedatives. There wasn't one, thank fuck. Then he turned and looked at the chairs.
"I want to move my chair back against the wall. Please." One hand had already found its way up to comb through his hair as he spoke, and he tugged a little to try and calm himself down. There was a little bit of pressure at the back of his mind as well, but he knew it was just Steven letting him know he was still there. He had to be honest now, like Steven, so he tried to explain. "I've had far too many 'talks' with doctors where I've had my back to the room, and I... I can't, I don't want to do that."