Shay stared at Valli, twice she opened and closed her mouth when she thought better of what she was going to say. Shay breathed out through her nose and scratched right above her top lip.
She sat down on the couch, trying not to look at him. It was weird, being in such a casual setting with her therapist. They weren't friends, after all.
"Fitz should be back in about an hour. . . We could watch some television until then."
Which was her gentle way of saying she was sick of talking about world-changing points of views and other difficult topics. Shay couldn't take it anymore, all the buzzing in her head. The questions. The thoughts. The self-hatred. The self-inflicted pain.
She didn't want to say right out that if Valli left, Shay would go right back to where she'd been before he'd come here, but she didn't want to admit to that weakness either. She didn't want to end up in a ward.
