Viral couldn’t think of a good reason to grant Aito his trust and as he spoke he couldn’t help but feel as if he was being told he was stupid for not trusting him. He didn’t know if he was actually being mocked or if he was just being paranoid about it, but either way he was not happy with how he spoke to him. “That’s them, not me! I’m the patient here! My opinion matters!” he snapped at him before letting out a growl as he sat back again, trying to cross his legs but giving up in frustration when he couldn’t get his leg over his knee properly, folding his arms in an angry huff. June was someone else he didn’t know whether to trust, mainly because he hadn’t seen her much if at all properly. There was very little reason to trust them at a time like this and all it managed to do was make him feel insecure about his position. “You won’t tell me what you’re going to do to me so how can I trust that?”

Even with Aito trying to give him his reassurances that he had tried all these things before he still couldn’t find the desire to feel comfortable with the treatments. Maybe he was being paranoid beyond everything, unreasonably so, but he still felt it was right to question if he could trust him and his methods. “Other patients…but I’m not like other patients! I don’t know if you even practiced on me in the past…I don’t even know how many years you had me for before I killed you, nevermind what you did with me…” He was worried that things would go wrong and knew he should have faith in Aito, but he couldn’t find it.

Viral couldn’t find a way to settle himself with all of this going on, finding it hard to accept the help even though he was desperately needing some. It was the same as getting opened up in his mind, getting forced to change to suit someone else; however, this change was supposed to be for the better. He shouldn’t be thinking like this but he was unable to put this feeling aside and trust the man. With no idea to how he was supposed to feel he was completely stressed, not even finding it possible to relax. Not really finding Aito’s suggestions particularly helpful he sighed, holding his arms together as he looked away. Feeling at the point of giving up thinking about it his ear twitched at the command to do something he finds relaxing before he raised his paws to his ears, his face going red before he let out a growl. “I said I don’t know! Actually listen to me, maybe??” he snapped before rolling to face the side of the couch, folding his arms over the edge and resting his head as best as he could.