I'm not some young idiot. I know exactly what this all means. [said like he didn't take a month to convince that he was even traumatised from what the other one did to him. his EM field gets a bit sharper as his chest burns again, tempered as he knows it's all in his head.] I don't need coddling or congratulating for doing the bare minimum.

[he looks down to her hands shaking out, though it's not judgemental. more the look of someone a little suspicious about sudden movements around them no matter what, especially when there's a doctor with a sedative. he looks back to his own hands, clenched uncomfortably in his lap.]

Send the exercises to me. I can work on them myself when I have the time.