Noah was expecting a new patient today. Given how expensive of a psychologist he was, he usually met with those who had even more money than he did — trust fund babies, celebrities… Those of that variety. It was honestly fun to see them spiral, even if he *did* make genuine attempts to piece them back together. And he wasn’t their PR team, so it wasn’t like it was *his* responsibility to fix their shattered public image. Just their mind. Hearing a knock at his door, Noah leans back into h...