So the trap was sprung. It wasn't even subtle. Vance was going to see the psychiatrist, and that meant Robbie, who didn't have his shit nearly as together, should too.

"But you're fine. You're always...."

Robbie trailed off as understanding washed over him. Vance was perpetually fine, just like Robbie himself.

But he wasn't, was he? Robbie did his best, but he knew that making at effort at being well wasn't the same as simply being well. He's never questioned Vance very hard on how he felt, leery of going down that particular two-way street of how much things bother them.

Vance brought it up though. Maybe not dealing with bad memories has been by mutual consent. "You know can always talk to me. Sit down. Talk all you want. I was there for most of it - I can help. You don't have to go to Dr. Ryk'rr."

Crap, that sounded bad. Dismissive and defensive. Robbie was trying to prove two points that didn't mix well. When it came down to a choice between encouraging Vance to take steps to feel better and insulating himself from an appointment of his own - well, it wasn't a choice. "Sorry, it's not an or. You can do both. I'm - I'm not telling you what to do but... you're not leaving without telling me what happened on the mission?"

He finally made eye contact, with a guarded expression that leaked worry.