[Biding time would definitely have to be done, and yet if Chilton really showed himself to be a therapist, he might just get lucky when it comes to getting deep into Jeffs psyche. The guy does love talking about himself, after all.]

Yeah, fine, whatever. [Mumbled as he reaches for the parcel, barely even glancing at it before it gets shoved under the table. He'd wrestle it into a pocket when he was standing up again.]

But I'm telling you, Doc. I don't need calming. I need like... something giving me anxiety. Screw your Narcissistic Personality Disorders, the only 'disorder' I have is being too perfect.

[It's like he doesn't even see the irony in that.]