[Lance shrugs, still focused on the stitches, allowing Nate to ask the questions for now to see if it'll ease some of his nerves about the psychologist thing.]

They offered me a job.

[It's as simple as that, really. Or perhaps not; there are a lot of factors that went into him actually taking the job, some of which he won't go into, but others are pretty straight-forward.]

I had just graduated a few months earlier, and I was twenty-two; there's only so far that degrees go in commanding any respect.

[He doesn't think he would've been too successful in running his own practice for that reason, and also that he just didn't have any practical experience. Besides--]

Also it's just cool to get to work for the FBI. I thought I was just going to be working with agents and making sure they were okay for field duty after a trauma, work out issues between pairs of agents who work together, that sort of thing, and that was meaningful and worthwhile enough. Ending up doing profiling was kind of a fluke, and the agent thing definitely was.

[And despite how everything ended, he doesn't regret the path he chose.]