"No, that's true," Gil said. "I've never once had a meeting where I had to say 'Bright, speak up. We haven't heard from you yet!'," he joked. He sobered slightly, wiping off his fingers on his napkin to pick up his coffee. "It's a bit of a relief, honestly. As long as he's talking, you know he's okay." He wrapped both hands around his mug. "After his dad's trial, he stopped talking for about... two months. It wasn't until his mother found the therapist that he.... still actually sees, that we got him back."