Rung pauses near the water's edge as he registers another presence--a familiar one--close by, turning slightly to try and get a visual on Drift. He smiles faintly, lifting a hand in a bit of a wave, a clear indication for the other, he hopes at least, that he doesn't mind the other's presence.

As much as he just felt worthless and like a failure at the moment, he could easily put that all aside in favor of being around someone he was at least comfortable with.

So the therapist slowly sank down to sit, weariness taking over him finally as his vents cycled slowly.