Tippy steps through the door and is met with a familiar face. Kyle sat at his desk reading something and looks up.
Kyle: "Hello Taylor." He smiled brightly.
Tippy stands a bit dumbfounded but slowly takes a seat.
Tippy: "Is this that desk job that you were afraid of? Also you? A shrink?"
Kyle laughs and pulls off his reading glasses.
Kyle: "Yeah i guess you could say that. But i love it so...yeah. I like to help people, especially our troops."
Tippy shifts uncomfortably in the leather padded seat. For the exception of the seats, the rest of the building and furnishings were fold-and-go type appliances. He moves a lot apparently.
Tippy: "Well. I didn't know you'd be the shrink so this kind of makes my visit a bit irrelevant. But we haven't talked to eachother since my arrival, so i guess that's opportunity to break the silence right?"
Kyle digs into the drawers of his desk and pulls out an old notebook.
Kyle: "Yeah, i guess it is a good time. Do you still need one of these? Or do you still have to write things down to keep cool?"
Tippy shakes her head and pulls off her helmet.
Tippy: "I haven't touched mine in weeks. I think i'm finally getting over those ticks i get. This isn't a therapy session to me now because you're here so i don't think thats really what i'm interested in discussing."
Kyle sets the notebook back on the desk.
Kyle: "So. what do you want to talk about?"
"Palestra... what happened there."
Kyle: "The war? i thought this wasn't going to be a t-"
Tippy: "No. Like, us. What happened to us?"
An audible sigh emanated from Kyle as he leaned back into his chair.
Kyle: "Things just kind of, dropped off. We hadn't seen eachother in months when our regiments separated to different fronts, i had no contact, i thought maybe you were dead. So..."
Tippy: "So what?"
Kyle: "I just. Well, kept living. It wasn't anything personal. I even tried to get back in contact with you, but i couldn't bring anything up."
Tippy was about to reply but was interrupted by a light knocking and the secretary speaking.
Vikki: "Kyle? I have those forms you requested. They're all typed up and ready to be evaluated."
Kyle: "Set them here on my desk. Thank you."
Vikki opens the door and walks past Tippy to set the papers on the desk, her hand lightly touches Kyles shoulder for a moment as she walks by. She then quietly leaves and closes the door but not without shooting a sly look on her way out. Tippy grinds her jaw servos.
Tippy: "I'm sorry you're in love with that desk troll? I thought i figured you of someone with more standard."
Kyle: "she's not a desk troll. She's a very nice woman if you get to know her."
Tippy: "Yeah well whatever bridge you found her from should have been bombed to oblivion. This was a nice talk. We need to schedule some hang-out time. Preferably without little miss tight dress. Don't die."
Tippy grabs her helmet and puts it back on and walks briskly out the door.
Kyle: "Bye, Taylor..."
Tippy walks by Vikki at her desk and bumps her boot into the leg, Vikkis tea cup topples over and spills onto some papers.
Vikki: "stuff."
Tippy: "My intentional mistake. Thanks for nothing."
Tippy storms out the door.
[Kyle's Psychiatric Office is now unlocked. Players can now go in for free evaluations should they feel like it.]
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