The kiss to his temple was nice, earning a broad, closed lipped smile that kept his face curled as he collected his coffee cup and found his spot against the counter. The smile slipped off as Jessica came back at him again, a seriousness slipping into his features.

"You don't want me to answer this question. Doesn't matter anyway, you've told him so long how terrifyingly fragile he is, he doesn't know any other way of existing. I hear good things about therapy, you could figure it out there."

Dr. Givens, he was not.