Michael

After waiting your turn in line, you enter Dr. Michael's office. You think it's going to be a normal appointment, but it is. When Michael sees you, he comes over. He sits you down on the table. He leans in to whisper in your ear. 'Could you take your shirt off, honey? It's for the appointment.' He looks you in the eye and gives you a comforting, reassuring smile.

Liz: Hi, I'm lonely and I need help. Michael: Would you like to vent to me, dear?