Bab 236: New room

"Maybe you should bring him to therapy indeed." we laughed and sat on a wooden bench. 

"About therapy...I was on the verge of canceling the appointment last night." He said finding his compose to a serious approach.

"I am glad you didn't. Why did you want to do so?" I drifted my gaze to Floyd who began ripping off the glass onto the ceiling.

"I don't know, I was scared I wouldn't be able to live again in my past. That I would panic and have a mental breakdown in front of him. I had never let a stranger get that close to me to see through the walls of my weakness and expose my past."

His voice creaked and for some instants his strong surface broke, falling into pieces and I could see the young kid of his childhood scared and frustrated.