"Hmm--"
Chouka slowly opened his eyes on the sofa and stretched lazily.
The psychotherapist's office was very quiet, and Miss Saotome was still sitting across from him.
"You're awake, huh?"
"Hmm... How long did I sleep, Miss Saotome?"
"Don't worry, this time, there's no charge for the overtime."
"Thank you."
After talking about the psychological shadow left on him from his high school days, Chouka had unknowingly fallen asleep on the sofa.
It might be because the sofa here is very soft.
Or it could be because during the conversation with Miss Saotome, he indeed felt very relaxed.
Chouka, who had been completely submerged in anxiety and unease these days, rarely had such a good sleep.
Saotome closed the notebook and stood up from her seat: "Mr. Chouka, go home and have a good rest as well. You look like you need it. I hope today's talk was helpful to you."
"I will."
Chouka also stood up.
