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abrightboy

And when they are useful?

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cactusy

Where are you going with this, Malcolm?

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abrightboy

We're just talking.

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cactusy

I'm assuming you have a point.

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abrightboy

We'll get there.

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cactusy

[Shaw closes her eyes for a moment, equal parts annoyed and exhausted by that response.]

Yeah, I'm not... really interested in games.

[She moves to stand.]

Check in same time next week?

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abrightboy

This is a game now?

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cactusy

You won't give me straight answers, Malcolm.

[She says, on her way to the door.]

Kinda the last thing I need right now.

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abrightboy

If you don't trust my training and my techniques to be able to help you, why are you coming back next week?

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cactusy

[She opens the door, then half-turns, looking over her shoulder at him.]

I'm just here for the check-ins. Start talking straight, and maybe I'll consider the psychobabble.

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abrightboy

This is what I do. You could give it a chance. You're not happy. What if you could be?

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cactusy

Seriously? That's what you're going with?

[And if he wants to keep talking, he's going to have to follow, because she's heading out through the main office now.]

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abrightboy

[He wants to get up, but it seems needy, following her down the hall. He stays at his desk, tapping his pencil against his notebook, then he takes out his communicator and calls her on video.]

That was a little rude, but I forgive you.

[Awkward ice breaker.]

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cactusy

[He gets a nice view of her industrial-looking ceiling, but hey, at least she's answering.]

Yeah, well. That's me.

I'm just not into that.

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abrightboy

Talking about your experiences?

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cactusy

Me asking what someone poking around in my head is aiming for, and them being cagey about it.

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abrightboy

I wasn't being cagey. I wasn't even really poking. I was asking.

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cactusy

You wouldn't tell me what point you were getting at.

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abrightboy

Not everything has a 'point'. Sometimes where we're walking is just seeing where a journey of self-reflection takes us.

Why are you afraid of what you think when someone does something actually helpful for you? You didn't hesitate in describing what you thought about anything else I asked.

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cactusy

[She sighs, another tired sound.]

I'm not afraid Malcolm. But I think you're getting off-task.

Self-reflection isn't the problem I need help with.

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abrightboy

How can you know what you need if you don't examine the stories you tell yourself about stuff?

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cactusy

How do you know what I do or don't do?

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abrightboy

I was trying to find out but you left.

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cactusy

Because things took a turn for the stupid.

I don't need you to teach me how to let people in, or how to be happy, or... whatever. I'll be happy when I get my deal and get out of here.