Psych Eval. That was the last preparatory responsibility on his to-do list for the day and it was perhaps the one he was most concerned about. Oh, yes, Tiernan knew there was nothing wrong with him. At least, not in the sense that he believed that it might hinder his ability to work or his judgement. He was perfectly capable of fulfilling whatever needs the crew might have… But Tiernan did worry. He worried about his sleepless nights, and worried about the nights when he did sleep but woke up exhausted anyway because of night terrors. He worried about the tiny quirks in his routine that were curiosities to his friends and reasons for being concerned to his flatmates.

He lingered, uncomfortable, outside the office. Even that stubborn cowlick and sprang back up and his hair, which had been carefully gelled and combed that morning, had returned to its usual curly mess.

You’ll be fine, Tiernan told himself as he stared at the door, fretting. Just relax. You’re capable and intelligent. Y’wouldn’t have gotten this far if you weren’t cut out for the job. You won’t be sent away just ‘coz you’re a little off sometimes.

No, his brain argued, But they might not take you as seriously if they think you’re unstable. You’ll sound like a flighty kid.

Tiernan winced and stepped inside as the door hissed open.

“Cadet Casey, reporting for Psych Evaluation.”