He wasn't crazy. He promised he wasn't. Riku was just sometimes...
Spacy? Air headed? Neither of those really felt quite right but - good enough in a pinch he supposed.
The frustrating mumbling hadn't been to anyone. He wasn't on a phone call. He was coming out of a doctor's appointment, one that had gone... poorly he supposed, or at least in his opinion. Really it was more just that nothing had come from it, but it still felt like his every thought and word and expression was jotted down at the doctor did little more than let out some quiet hmms whenever Riku said anything.
He wasn't seeing therapist. This was supposed to be a doctor for his heart issues. So why did it feel like-
His gaze snapped to the side, hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses, to see a young woman standing there. Riku was positive he had never met her before, though that didn't stop him from feeling oddly nostalgic at the sight of her. And--
"Oh, um. Thanks." A vivid red blush immediately stained his cheeks at realization that he had been caught venting out loud. Great. Just what he needed now, a reputation for being crazy on top of everything else. "It really... it really isn't. Probably just me being over dramatic and stressed out." Trying to play it down was the way he most often dealt with the anxieties of his life; it was hard to be upset over them if you just denied there was any reason to be upset.
"It is... pretty kind of you to ask, though. Something you do for all the crazy men you see wandering the streets?" It was meant to come off as a joke, though Riku wouldn't be surprised to discover that it just fell flat.