Rung couldn't help but frown, a little, tiny bubble of irritation building inside him but he did his best not to let it show outright.

And failed a tiny bit.

"That's...well, you've never asked me for help before. I'm not going point a gun at you--I don't even have a gun," the therapist murmured, holding his hands out a bit in a gesture of 'Look, I'm weaponless and weak'. "I want to help you, if you'll let me."