Stark and Schiller stared each other down across the doorway of Stark Tower's laboratory. Finally, Stark lowered his head, rose onto his toes, and braced one hand against the doorframe as he looked at Schiller. "I really have something urgent to do right now!"
"But if you don't pass the psychological evaluation, you can't do anything. That was our agreement, and you agreed to it, didn't you?" Schiller said unhurriedly.
Stark let out a long sigh, withdrew his hand, stepped aside to let Schiller in, and said, "Fine. I'll fill out the forms first, then talk to you. How long will it take?"
"Anywhere from two to five hours."
The instant Stark's butt touched the sofa, he sprang up as though he'd been burned. "Why does it take so long?"
"Because you never answer my questions properly. Last time, we talked for over four hours. This time will probably be the same."
"I just..." Stark made an awkward expression, turned his head away, and tightened the muscles around his eyes. "You know I'm not used to opening up to anyone. It has nothing to do with your identity or profession. I simply... have psychological issues."
Schiller sat cross-legged in the armchair opposite him and said, "You think emotional vulnerability is a sign of weakness, and being moved or shedding tears is shameful?"
"That has nothing to do with it, but say whatever you want. Can't we shorten this part a little?" Stark asked, hitching up the hem of his suit jacket and planting his hands on his hips.
Seated in his chair, Schiller reached for a pen beside him. "A few hours ago, someone said he was willing to provide round-the-clock companionship."
"But things have changed now!"
"Then go. I can move the psychological evaluation to tomorrow. I'm not in