[And the scientist crosses the floor before taking up a seated position on the mat near Leo. It's not quite seiza, but it is a little more poised than the usual way he sits - albeit he sits primly enough most of the time.

For a moment, he seems to be searching himself, trying to find the right words. But to begin:]

Ah - thank you...

...

[He fidgets. Suddenly all the preparation - the few days of trying to psyche himself up for this - sort of dies in the water.]

... I... I was told I should... speak to you about... perfectionism. Because... b-because we both have... a habit of it.