he knows when he’s herded into the office by a couple of guards that his day’s taken a turn for the WORSE. he’s got the big one’s keys in his pocket, && the little one had half a granola bar that mats lifted. no idea why. objectively, he might have a problem. it gets worse when he’s nervous, and as practiced as his poker face is, he’s uneasy.
there aren’t a lot of reasons for these chats, and the few there are, aren’t good. he doesn’t want to go back in the animus again. doesn’t want to talk about the apple. doesn’t want to be there.
“ feeling like i’ve been called into the principal’s office. ” he leans forward, head cocked with a jagged smile. “ did somebody tell on me again, or is there something else you want? ”
she sighs quietly and a smashed granola bar is placed LIGHTLY before him, set aside the coffee as if some sort of mangled attempt at breakfast. “i’m sorry, mathias, i had not INTENDED for them to search you like that.” sophia smiles gently, one finger TAPPING against the table. “in here, you are NOT a criminal, i assure you.”
there are SAFETY measures for obvious reasons, measures sophia has been grateful for on more than one on occasion, but her father has the tendency to stray TOO MUCH towards what she would consider outright imprisonment. “i suppose that must make the principal then. i would rather you think of me as a GUIDANCE counselor. i’ve no interest in punishment.”
sophia leans back, arms crossing over her chest as her gaze fixes on his. “i want to ensure you are WELL, mathias, that is all. regardless of what so many care to believe, i hope to see you made WELL.”
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