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[empathicfault]

"Will Graham here. Leave a message."

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[empathicfault]

It's slow, but he's thinking about it. I can't really blame him for being concerned. His therapist at home is a child psychologist and she's the one that got him talking again. He's refused every attempt at her referring him to someone more suited. But when your trust has been betrayed on the level that his father managed....of course you don't trust anyone in an authority position to have your best interest in mind.

Hell, I only folded on the therapy thing because these are not what I consider standard psychiatrists, and they don't force me to undergo standard techniques- techniques that don't work on me at all.

But right now he's not talking his feelings through with anyone other than me...and maybe Neal, I don't know. But I do know I'm not an objective observer, as much as I'd like to be.

[cactusy]

Only reason I told you to talk to the guys here was that I knew they wouldn't do that to you.

[She slouches a little in her chair, stretching her legs out.]

It makes me worry less to hear you admit that you're not objective. So, thanks.

[empathicfault]

[ Will had been staring at the table while they talked. He looks up at Shaw now, his lips curling up into a tired smirk. ]

Objectivity has never been a strength of mine. Took me long enough to even realize what my own opinion was on some things.

Besides, I don't think anyone's objective when it comes to someone they care about. Still- there are far better examples than me.