Making an appointment with a therapist or psychologist or psychiatrist feels like admitting defeat. But Severus has talked with some friends about it, and has decided that he might sleep better getting things off of his chest. He moves cautiously into the room when invited, and studies everything in sight--it's a leftover from his Death Eater days. He scans quickly for any hidden traps or snares, checks exits, and searches for danger. Finding none, he moves to sit on the settee.
"Thank you for agreeing to meet with me on such short notice. I have to admit, this isn't something I've ever done before."