This wasn’t really an ideal night for Reason. The ideal night would be the same night as how his Sunday nights always went! He would make himself Kraft mac and cheese and eat pear slices for dinner, watch two episodes of Brooklyn 99, read for two hours, and then go to bed. He had a routine! This was not in the routine. He hated doing things outside of his routine! And he also hated doctors.
He hadn’t really said much so far on the car trip over. He was kind of anxious. He had thanked them, and introduced himself, but um... That was about it. Reason wasn’t the greatest with small talk, and he was a bit busy finding other ways to distract himself. He wasn’t, er, chewing anything, because he thought maybe he was gonna have to not do that for a while, but he was rocking back and forth in his seat slightly, clacking his teeth together quietly. It was probably pretty annoying, not that that was stopping him. He would steal glances up at Angel every now and again, and in between, he would stare down at his shoes. Gee whiz, fascinating. Besides his teeth clicking, the car was filled with thick, awkward silence. Yum.