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The monitors are off. The lighting is soothing and it makes the chair across from Dylan look less empty.
When Milchick comes in, he hesitates next to the seat.
"She's not coming," Dylan said. "I guess it's free."
"I'm sorry."
"It was fun while it lasted," Dylan said. "God, just sit down okay? Sit down."
When Milchick obeys, Dylan realizes it's the first time he's seen him seated not behind a desk.
"Do you... want to talk about it?"
"I actually do," Dylan said. "Do you have time?"
Milchick's smile is faint but reassuring. "All the time in the world."