[Son, that is creepy. And rude. And a little telling, actually. Which is why she rapidly forces her own thoughts on light, warmth and open spaces, though she's leaning forward in her seat, the heels of her palms pressed just above her eyes, fingers curled in.]
The fact that you would respond in such a way... you are afraid of needing others, aren't you? Why else would you act like the bully in the school yard?
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[Son, that is creepy. And rude. And a little telling, actually. Which is why she rapidly forces her own thoughts on light, warmth and open spaces, though she's leaning forward in her seat, the heels of her palms pressed just above her eyes, fingers curled in.]
The fact that you would respond in such a way... you are afraid of needing others, aren't you? Why else would you act like the bully in the school yard?