"How are you feeling today?"
"Fine."
"How have you been feeling these past days? Or weeks?"
"Fine too. I've been doing well."
The female therapist sat there, her file on her lap as she stared at Jaehyuk, who was sitting before her. His chin was raised and his eyes surveyed the ceiling design.
She smiled as she scribbled on her notes. "It's good then, that you feel alright. You also look good too, better than the last time you came."
"Is that so?" His eyes were still on the ceiling.
"Yes. I guess the therapy worked. You must have found the person with the scent, huh?"
He hesitated. "Mmmm."
"I suppose it worked out." She stared at him. "From the test results and all, you look better and stabilized. And if it continues in this way, you'll certainly be fine."
"That's good then," he said, his expression neutral.
The therapist observed him. "Why? What's wrong? You don't look too happy."
"Don't I? Maybe I'm just tired," he explained.
