"I just do what I can is all," Rung said with a faint, bashful sort of chuckle in his voice. Yep. Still not good at taking any sort of compliments.

He's patient, letting Magnus sort through things, moving around to the other side of the desk again to take a seat in one of the chairs there. There's an understanding look when the deaths are mentioned, the therapist's expression hardening just a bit in a way that clearly says he's ready for the task at hand.

Time with the Wreckers gives one practice with this sort of thing.

"Understood."