There was the option of a third opinion but, in spite of thinking it, she was not going to even try to suggest that one. There were only two other people she knew who could possibly help, but that could also possibly be like having someone who by poking a beehive.
"You did say it all has mother hen tendencies. Mother henning isn't always good or whatever though, right?" Her mouth pressed in a thin line while thinking, eyebrows furrowing slightly. “Hopefully, they can at least help keep you one and three rather than one and ten or something.” There was more thinking and then she realised something, eyes wide. “You’re going to have to have group therapy, huh?” With himself. Like in the car. She studied him quietly for a minute, solemn before her mouth tilted in a half smile. “Let me know afterward and we can figure out something really fun to do.” Something fun and stupid and distracting, allowing him to talk about it or not on his own terms.
Speaking of distracting, Syd had to pause at the comment of being taller, which made her laugh. "I didn't think about that. Might have to watch out for the thin air way up there." The woes of being on the short side of average amongst giants. Nodding in agreement in regards to Ptonomy, she affected an innocent look and shrugged. “Obviously, we have no idea. We didn’t get back in until late.”
“Oh? Did we miss the memo?” Curious! But she made an amicable motion of her head. “Now can be good. You up for the entertainment?”