Oddly enough the words that floated through the air toward him sounded just exactly as they should have belonging to the good doctor he’d spent more time with over the years than anyone else on the planet, unfortunately however, they were foreign to the face staring back at him. Maybe the therapist and every other shrink he’d ever seen before her were right. Maybe he really was completely insane and he could not help but chuckle softly to himself at the thought, the sound low and oddly sarcastic even for a laugh. If they were right, if he really was insane then what did he honestly have to lose by lighting the cigarette within the room, if he were nuts what was the worst that she could do, call the cops? He had more than enough money to be used as bribery that would keep him from being locked behind bars. Or maybe she’d call back up that mental institution and have him locked away for good this time, maybe he belonged there.
“Oh yeah, that I already know, I’m surprised really that you of all people would give a flying fuck either way, ain’t your lungs being damaged right?” He drawled out, low and sarcastic, hazel eyes locking directly with those blue-violet hues, staring at the demon within until the squirming around her neck caught his attention once more. With another dull throb of a headache, the strangest little child he’d ever seen came shimmering into view of his piercing gaze, an eyebrow cocked directly at it.
“Tell me doc, what’s crawled its way under your skin? I must say I’ve never seen a scarf before quite so...slithery, you fuck a snake or something?” She was messing with him and whatever she was Kaydence knew that, too bad for her, her jig had been up the moment he’d laid eyes on what was supposed to be his therapist. “Anyway, got a light?”