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With the sudden change in his mood, the gruff sight of him alarmed her. Apparently he was disturbed and it was ostentatious by his body language. Concurrently, Sonya swallowed thickly at the splinting of his eyes. As the door slammed, she flinched slightly. Leaving the brunette standing there with an incommodious expression on her face. For a few seconds she watched the stilled door, the rattling from the clock now stopping. Clearly something had set the man off yet she did not know what.

Weren't the patients usually excited to leave the confinements of the doctor's office?

Still standing in her place by the sofa, she retraced her steps to figure out why Damian left in asperity. Perhaps dismissing him so soon wasn't for the best, especially after he confided in her. But what was she supposed to do or say? Praise him. Tell him that it was completely normal for him to feel no resentment for his actions. That he shouldn't repent. Because it would have all been a fabrication. She wouldn't bring herself to lie to him just to keep his trust. How was that going to help him?

And that's when she realized.

Maybe it's not what she said that set him off but what she didn't say. Damian had actually commerced the first move to be open with her about his life and all she did was conclude their meeting. He probably felt like she was "repelling' him when honestly it hadn't been her intentions. Choosing rationality, Sonya stepped out of the room in search of a fleeting Damian. The hallway was quiet. Though the quietness was quickly interrupted by the distinct sounds of padded thumps of her heels. On route to the recreational room, a tall relatively handsome man blocked the way of her entrance. Their eyes only engaging in conference for a few seconds. Clearly he was no patient, yet he didn't appear to be a doctor nether.

"Excuse me." Her soft, celestial voice filled the immediate area before she made her way pass him.

A populace of the residents coming into view all seemed to be in there own worlds of dementia. Though she had no attentive in them. The only person she had eyes for was Damian, who just so happened to be sitting on the soawith a book raised just above his nose. Sound of her heels clinked against the tiled floor as she approached him. "I know you're upset with me, Damian." Sonya took in a deep breath that was greatly needed before taking a seat next to him. As she turned to engage in conversation, long obsidian locks cascaded over the side of her shoulder. Glancing away in a torrent of allegorical ideation, her gaze traveled onward to where she saw a young, fragile feministic man with achromatic hair standing chatting away with another brown-haired woman. But instead of acknowledging the two any further, Sonya turned her attention back to Damian. Now resting her hand on the pad of his upper leg where the salient heat emerged from physical contact connecting the two. A comforting motion deemed to be an innocent gesture in disguise, although it was up to the receiver of how he would percept it.

"I just wanted to tell you that I am sorry. That I don't want you to think you did something wrong by telling me the truth. In fact, I really appreciate it. And I don't take your trust lightly because that sort of thing can take months and months of long intensive conditioning to build up." She stated calmly, keeping her voice between just the two of them. Sonya lowered her cerulean eyes to her lap before restoring them. "It was just a bit unexpected y'know. But, it doesn't mean I'm just going to write you off. I hope you haven't written me off either."

The softness of her hand still lingering on Damian's clothed leg, her fingertips grazing the foundation of his thigh ended with a series of gentle taps. She stood. Her heels once again meeting the floor, the eye-catching black dress that fondled her every curve of her small 5'4 frame was pulled down demurely. "And just so you know, I've never done something like this before." She added, referring to her need to apologize to a patient. "So if you ever need to talk, or just wanna' get away from the local residents... don't be afraid. I'm here for whatever you need." A meaning that could be misinterpreted.