Back to work. David's work was finally having The Conversation with the Birds about all the crazy his head was providing. Even if it was more Melanie's thing, the psychological, Oliver was a telepath and might have some insight, so as much as it distressed him to talk about it with two people in a room looking at him and trying to understand and assess and study... this was the best way to do it. Efficient or something. Two Birds (haha) one stone.
And so they talked. Every detail he could actually remembered was offered: the first time his mind split apart when trapped in his own mind by Farouk; when it happened again, Rationality returning as Anger decided to literally take the reins and push him out; then the last, some kind of bizarre arrogance and confidence that made David uneasy, a persona that had full certainty in every power at David's disposal and having no qualms about using them when the time was right. The circumstances for each of their formations he details as best he could, in case it was relevant.
The thoughts he got back were a mixed bag. Oliver, the telepath, thought they were a byproduct of his power. Telepathy and being the key phrase, as the telepathy was obviously the primary cause, but the and seemed to be the rub -- there was so much to deal with, a lot of power crammed into a person that didn't feel they should have it (Melanie's commentary) and couldn't deal with it (David's translation), that his own mind and its power was doing what it could to remain some kind of sane with it. While making him completely insane in the process.
Melanie wasn't entirely convinced it was inevitable, as Oliver thought it was. She thought there was more psychology in it, David's belief that he couldn't handle all of this making it happen as opposed to a natural side effect of telepathy and. At the end of it all David wasn't entirely sure what to think about it. Melanie set a time tomorrow to start diving in and, essentially, 'meet the family' in his head, something he absolutely refused to get into today. Another minor delaying tactic, but after being handed such conflicting viewpoints, he wasn't really feeling up to ruining what minor consensus there was upstairs by dragging every persona out to be analyzed.
So for now, he just went right back to his room to collapse and hide for a while. Which he could do with Syd there, seeing her on his bed an added benefit than truly being alone with his thoughts. Stepping in, door closed, motioning for her to scoot and make room, David said nothing as he crawled onto the bed and simply collapsed, grabbing a pillow and shoving it over his face. Why can nothing be simple? A projected thought, spoken that way so he could keep smothering himself with the pillow for a few moments longer.
Once those few moments were up, he pushed it away and sighed. "In true married couple fashion, the Birds have different views as to what's going on with my head. Oliver thinks it's permanent, Melanie isn't sure." Of course. The scientist and psychologist -- black or white versus all the grey in the world. David looked to Syd, managing a rueful smile. "How's you day been?" Hopefully better.