"Drinks?" Rung repeats, sounding a bit confused, hand starting to fall as exhaustion gets the best of him. But then he freezes all together.

The other..was asking him out for drinks? To regain his energy of course. But...drinks. Someone was offering to take him out.

This was unexpected and surprising.

"I...wouldn't object. It--it would definitely help," the therapist said softly, clearly flustered as his fingers linger before he drops his hand into his lap. "If--well you offered so I'm assumin you're alright with going with me but I mean, if you're sure..."