"I'm only seventeen," he reminds when she offers beer. "I'll take a tea." He looks at her, finally allowing himself to check in with her feelings.
He's been extra defensive with his empathy, lately. He'd finally told Dr. Fuller about it, and initially he'd been skeptical, but now he's been helping Caleb with mindfulness exercises, similar to how Dr. Bright had been.
Fuck, he misses Dr. Bright.
Alex is in a shitty mood. She's not taking it out on him, which is good, but it's still there, buzzing angry and red beneath Caleb's skin, like a hornet's nest that's been kicked, on the verge of breaking out to attack the thing that kicked it.
"Hey... What's wrong?" he asks. "You're mad. Like. Really mad."
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He's been extra defensive with his empathy, lately. He'd finally told Dr. Fuller about it, and initially he'd been skeptical, but now he's been helping Caleb with mindfulness exercises, similar to how Dr. Bright had been.
Fuck, he misses Dr. Bright.
Alex is in a shitty mood. She's not taking it out on him, which is good, but it's still there, buzzing angry and red beneath Caleb's skin, like a hornet's nest that's been kicked, on the verge of breaking out to attack the thing that kicked it.
"Hey... What's wrong?" he asks. "You're mad. Like. Really mad."