Linden's jaw is slowly dropping as he witnesses what is, very clearly, an aging Dynasty brat going supernova in a waiting room. Why he's here for a psych evaluation is blatantly obvious to everyone, and even though Linden is the one who's largely being supported by the security guard holding him with another human being's blood on his teeth and lips, Jason's the one the entire office is staring at as if he's insane.

He's too stunned to even be offended that he's just demanded that "Linden's kind" is systematically executed (aren't they, already?). He can't process it as quickly as it's happening, with the thrum of toxic blood in his ears finally starting to ebb from the fading adrenaline that had been coursing through his system just moments prior.

As Jason storms out of the office, he reaches for his water bottle. "Um. I need to have some bloodwork done. If I just... sit here, quietly, can I stay? I... want to be here because I want to be well."

The security guard lets him go. "Sounds perfectly sane and reasonable to me. What the hell got into Compson, anyway?"

"I have no idea," Linden says, wincing as he lowers himself into his seat again and uncaps his water bottle. "Anyway, I hope he comes back eventually and gets the help he clearly needs."