Chu-e sits on the slightly-too-soft chair in the lobby and stares at the tiles on the floor. Studies them, really. Counting them each one in his mind. Noticing how they overlap. Which ones were slightly discolored from the rest; that meant that had been replaced before the others. Seeing how the patterns lined up.

All to avoid the stares and the whispers.

It was no secret who he was. What he had done. Why he was here.

Their name being called snapped them out of their thoughts. Dark blue eyes flicked upwards, taking in Zain Osman silently. There is a discomfort there, one that makes them glance away. It's not the therapist's fault; these kinds of sterile environments made him nervous.

"No." Chu-e sounds vaguely like a petulant child or maybe a spoiled teenage girl when they reply. They still stand up, though, arms crossed as they walk over to the other. They choose to observe the Gardevoir instead of their new therapist as the little group make their way back to the office.

Even if there had been reluctance to go into the office, Chu-e doesn't delaying following Zain Osman. They trail at the other's heels, perhaps a bit too close. Zain hasn't even finished talking before Chu-e has claimed the comfiest looking seat for themselves. It is moved and shifted, the back facing an empty corner at an angle they can watch the windows and doors. Chu-e curls up in the seat like a cat, folding over with legs under them. It looks uncomfortable but the pressure feels nice.

With some semblance of comfort found, Chu-e now takes in his new therapist.

Zain would feel sharp, calculating eyes cutting into him. Chu-e did not hide this. Assessing. For what? Who knew. Apep would not feel any violence or cruel urges towards her trainer, if the Gardevoir searched for them.

Instead, Chu-e tilts their head. Long hair falls over their shoulder, straight and neat; they needed to get a haircut soon.

"Darling." Is, eventually, what Chu-e purrs out. They seems to relax some, whatever they had been looking for when searching Zain not having been found. A hand is raised for Chu-e to lean onto, elbow braced on the arm of the chair.

"You said I could use anything in here? Does that include you?"

Chu-e smiles and it is teasing and dark. The innuendo shouldn't be lost on the other.