It's up to you, ultimately, if you do want to continue the sessions. You know my door is always open but it isn't going to do anything for if you're only becoming because Magnus is forcing you.

That being said, if you do want to continue, we can sit down together whenever you'd like. Unfortunately I probably won't have a set place yet but..stil..

[As much as he disliked lying, if it meant protecting a patient...]

I have plenty of free time right now, since I really don't have a schedule or anything of others I'm seeing.

[Pauses.]

..When do you want to meet?

[Rung's quiet for a moment, considering his options and gauging just how collected and prepared for this particular confrontation he is.]

...How about now then?

Prima's temple still.

[Rung is patient in his waiting, figuring that the other will take however long he needs to actually get there and he isn't going to fret over it. It honestly gives him time to prepare himself to face the other mech because he knows he's going to need it.

Communicating with the other and seeing him in person are two totally different things after all and some bad memories are connected to Fort Max at the moment.

He's in the midst of going over some old data files he's still got stored away when he receives the ping, optics focusing as he stares at his door for a moment before slowly getting up. A ping is shot back to let the other know he's aware of his arrival and Rung slowly but surely makes his way outside.]

...Hello Fortress Maximus.

[There's a hesitation in Rung's movements that he tries to hide, tries to get rid of as best he can but it's hard. The memories replay before he can stop them, reminding him of the incident--the last thing he remembered from their home world.

He fought a wince, putting on a faint smile instead as he tucks his arms behind his back to lace his fingers together, keeping himself from fidgeting.]

It's good to see you. Did...you want to come inside or we could find aplace out here to sit and speak..it's up to you.

[Rung nodded, fingers tightening behind his back a bit. Enclosed spaces with Fort Max. He could do this. It was going to be alright.]

Follow me then?

[The therapist smiled faintly before he turned to lead the way, allowing his smile to falter some now that his back was to the other, optics dimming some as he used the walk back to his room to pull himself together properly.]

How..long have you been here exactly?

[He nudges the door open as he asks, motioning Fort Max in first.]

[He nods a bit, following the other inside and shutting the door again--even if it causes his nervousness to spike further.]

So how have things been while you've been here? You..from the sound of it, you've been through a lot while here.

[Rung motions for the other to take a seat on the bed, moving to sit down in a chair himself.]

Glyphless?

[Isn't sure what he means by that considering no one has mentioned that to him in particular. He tilts his head a bit.]

What happened recently?

[Rung makes a mental note of that, just to be on the safe side.

The quiet that stretches for a moment does nothing for his nerves and he almost breaks it himself but Fort Max beats him to it.

And..there may be a little spark of worry in Rung's gaze.]

What hap--what sort of damage?

He?--

[Anything else Rung wanted to ask is put on hold as Fort Max takes charge for the moment, the therapist fidgeting just a bit fingers laced together in his lap.]

I've..been alright I suppose.

[It was nice to be alive after all.]

The planet..it's all very similar, in a way, to what our Cybertron was sort of like when we left.

In ways, yes. Though this one is decidedly a bit more..cold.

[He is well aware that the other is avoiding the question and that in itself worries him more than anything, Rung tilting his head as he studies Fort Max for a quiet moment.]

....So how are you really?