He watched the papers settle back on his desk, maintaining his composure as best he could. Still, he felt something stir in him that only a handful of people could inspire. A loss of nerves and composure and honest anger. All these things were best kept hidden however, and Jeremiah had enough practice that he could do a very good job of hiding these things. Although, to be fair, most of these instances did not involved vampires who could hear a heartbeat and measure those emotions most tried to keep hidden. It was an unfair advantage to say the least, an unfair advantage that Jeremiah liked to pretend didn't exist at all.

"You could have made a request with your therapist and I would have been happy to visit you personally. Remind me again, who has been overseeing your day to day care?"

He thought how unfair it was too, how many unhealthy people seemed to move around like chameleons, hiding behind masks or finding ways to change their faces or sometimes both. How unfair and how dangerous and how very unhealthy for an individual to try to bury so completely who and what they are. He contained any emotions he felt towards the intruder and this disturbing trend amongst his patients, noting only slightly the irony of his thoughts compared to his very own actions and attitudes.

He moved towards the window in his office, at a loss for a moment and not knowing where to go with his chair occupied. It was still about appearing unfazed. It was still about maintaining some semblance of control. There were still walls that needed to be held up and Jeremiah was not about to let them crumble. Besides that, there was an odd peace that came in looking out over the grounds of his asylum. An odd peace and an odd anxiety that seemed to contradict each other like most things in this place.

"Why did you come back?" he asked, his tone light and pleasant, as if discussing the weather with a stranger on a train.