Kian slipped free from him, since that was easier than trying to move the man who did have a considerable amount of mass on him. Clearly. He grabbed his file and put it in his bag, then picked the bag up and took Tal's arm. No need to be precious about it, essentially being an old man's walking stick at times came with the deal he had made here. He was hoping it'd pay off, but at times he questioned his judgement. "High blood pressure messes with your eyesight. Ease up on the uppers and you'd have less of these troubles."

Obviously. He was sure Tal knew it too, but clearly he didn't give a shit. Kian rolled his eyes and walked them out of the office. "Still the same therapist, yeah? I saw him last time. He's cute. I think I know him."