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Tannor gave a small nod, accepting the answer for what it was rather than trying to turn it into something more. “That sounds like a good reason to head home,” he said quietly. There was no disappointment in his tone. No implication that Braze was leaving too early or failing some unspoken expectation. If anything, Tannor seemed faintly relieved that there was something waiting for him beyond the weight of his own thoughts. “The younglings are fortunate to have someone concerned about returning to them,” he added gently.

A small pause followed before he shifted slightly in his chair, the posture less clinical now that the conversation was winding down. “You don’t need to leave here with everything solved,” Tannor said. “That was never the goal of a first session.” His gaze remained steady, calm. “What matters is that you came. And that when things became difficult, you stayed long enough to say so instead of shutting down completely.” A faint breath passed. “That may not feel significant right now,” he admitted, “but it is.

He rose then, unhurried, giving Braze the space to do the same in his own time. “We’ll handle the insurance and scheduling before you go,” Tannor continued matter-of-factly. “And if you decide you’d like another session….” A slight pause, not pressing. “I’ll be here.

His expression softened just slightly at the edges. “In the meantime,” he added, “don’t measure your progress by whether the thoughts disappear overnight.” His tone remained grounded, practical. “Measure it by whether you keep choosing not to face them alone.

And with that, he allowed the session to come to a natural close rather than forcing one final lesson into it.

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"I will come by once every two weeks... how's that sound?" Braze asked. He knew he had miles to go yet before he could truly rest.
 
Tannor’s expression eased slightly. Not into triumph, nor relief, but quiet approval. “That sounds reasonable,” he said. His tone carried no pressure to make it more frequent, no attempt to negotiate him into a greater commitment than he was prepared to give. “Consistency matters more than intensity, especially at the beginning.” A small pause followed. “Once every two weeks gives us something steady to build from without making this feel like another obligation you have to survive. And if, at some point, you realize you need support before then…” His gaze held his calmly. “You do not have to wait for the next appointment to reach for it.

Tannor moved toward the door at an unhurried pace, allowing the atmosphere of the room to settle back into something lighter now that the session had found its natural end. “For what it’s worth,” he added after a moment, voice quieter now, “I think part of you expected this conversation to go much worse than it did.” A faint hint of warmth touched the corner of his expression. “And yet,” he said simply, “you’re still here.” Not cured. Not fixed. But still present. For now, that was enough.

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