Perceptor sighs softly. He'd mentioned that Rung has friends because he wanted to point out that Rung's profession wouldn't be the only reason one would come to see him. It had meant to be something of a compliment, except that, as usual, Perceptor had failed. Perhaps because it hits to close to home for one of his own fears?

He settles back, not leaning toward the desk, but not relaxed back into the chair. Perched on the edge, as if waiting to dive for cover.

"Kup."

Rung had to know about what he'd done, after all. And if not... then, well, maybe it was time to get that off his chest, too.