"I'm partial to confessions, myself." It's hard to do therapy when he can smell them judging all his words. At least with a priest it seems like they've heard it all, or at least enough of it not to have that spike in body heat-generating emotions or pull creaking muscles to make that face.

"Not long, and. I think we're sealed in." The corner of his lips twitch but he doesn't seem to respond to the gesture to sit, instead just lingering by the door even though he's turned to face Lester now.

"We should come up with a plan to leave. Otherwise they might leave us here to uh. Talk it out."