Sure. [He acquiesces somewhat begrudgingly. Costigan didn't sign up for a shrink session and isn't about to endure one for the sake of the meds he's confident he can buy on the black market if it comes to it. He figures so long as her questions remain strictly necessary from a pharmalogical perspective, he can deal with it, so he follows her into her office, closing the door softly behind them.
He hovers behind the chair he's probably meant to sit in, finding it easier to stand.] It's both. I've had it a long time, a long fuckin' time. It gets worse when shit gets worse.
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He hovers behind the chair he's probably meant to sit in, finding it easier to stand.] It's both. I've had it a long time, a long fuckin' time. It gets worse when shit gets worse.