[Counselor's Office] Careful, the walls are glass

William sighed as he held onto Spirit still, before letting the creature go as he stood up, dragging his fingers through his hair that was now reaching past his shoulders, much like the girl's would, as his new room-mate was all too happy to notice. He had lost the tie he put on this morning while fighting, so it was falling freely around his face, irritating him even more, along with everything else that has happened today.

You wanna talk, Flamingo head? he said, his voice still crude, and a bitter look on his face. Fine. We shall talk. he said, crashing into the couch once again, Warrior now standing behind him as Spirit stayed lying on the floor.

It's some nice weather we are having these days, isn't it? he asked, looking smug and amused as he smiled. He had never said he would talk about anything meaningful. Warrior stood silently behind him, disapproving, but not getting himself involved, as such was his choice. Spirit, on the other hand, hissed.

I'm behaving! William said in return, raising his hands in the air. It's not an insult if he really has pink hair! Plus, you know I could have done worse. he added, his smile growing bigger. Spirit, unfortunately, did know what William was talking about, and thus simply sighed, dropping his head to the floor.

Now that got William interested.

Hong Kong? he asked, leaning forward a bit, looking over the pink-headed man again, and noticing only then that the man did indeed look Asian. That must have been some flight. William laughed, his eyes finally losing the previous angry fire and growing a bit brighter, as he had always loved travelling, even though his trip to Starlight Academy was his first time of going anywhere by the plain, and had since then also developed a wish to see distant places. He wanted to travel the world and see as much of it as he could, and while he knew that the therapist could very well have a field trip with that, putting it down to wanting to run away, and such, he just didn't care right now. He wanted to hear about Hong Kong, and has thus suddenly found himself with a thousand questions he didn't know how to phrase.

I... he started, soon biting onto his own tongue. He would not show how eager he suddenly was to hear about the man's trip, or presumably, homeland.

I remember that feeling. William whispered, shuddering. The flight he took from his previous place of residence (for he refused to call it home now) to the Island probably wasn't nearly as long as the one from Hong Kong to America. The first 45 minutes of it were still hell, though, for he had never been on a plane before, and the stuff also took Spirit away, for he couldn't really sit in the cabin with other passengers. William was an inch away from breaking for the whole time, until the flight attendant gave him something that sent him straight to the lend of sleep.

Nanjing. he repeated after Wong after a second, his brow frowning. Where the hell is that? he asked, only this time, his voice wasn't insulting, even though he had cursed again. His body had also relaxed, leaning into the couch somewhat, but more towards Wong as all this talk about Hong Kong captured the boy's interest.

William tried to keep up with Wong's narration of the Chinese names of some distant cities, only to get lost after the third, for even though he knew the names, without a way to somehow connect them to a place, he simply got lost.

I want to go there. he almost blurted out as the man mentioned Japan, biting his tongue as he remembered himself that he was trying not to reveal too much about himself. And the fact that he longed to see Russia, Japan, Australia, New Zealand just because they seemed distant enough, being more than a half a world away, was definitely too much. After a minute though, there came a direct question, and he didn't know what to do.

I... he began, clenching his fists immediately, and pulling his lips back to form an angry grimace. No. he said, dropping his head to look at the floor, his shoulders shaking again. My...parents... he finally spat out the word as if it had somehow burned his mouth. They...We never went anywhere. It was always...something or the other. Lying on the floor beside his feet, Spirit could see perfectly well William's expression closing up, as it always happened when his parents were mentioned. That he said anything at all before that was, though, success for which Wong should be given a gold medal and a severe pay raise, he thought.

William gave a sharp chuckle at the mention of studying.

I haven't thought about anything. he said, taking one hand into another and bringing them under his chin as he leaned on them, looking at Wong again, his expression closed up and distant again. Since I would have to finish high school to be allowed to move onto college and all. he said, giving a sharp laugh again as he thought about several curses he was sure he was going to fail, considering that he studied only when he was in the mood, and the more shit the teacher gave him, the less motivation he had. Some of his teachers hated him with fierce passion and would (in his opinion) like nothing more than see him burn.

Though something like psychology... he said carefully, eyeing Wong like a frightened animal would as he revealed another small piece of himself. It wouldn't be too bad. I would love to know what makes people so fucked up and all.

For a moment, he stayed frozen, waiting for the man's response as he thought about money somewhere in the back of his head.