I'm not sure a therapist would agree with that. Nathaniel put his furred hands against the bed on either side of me, and he flexed those hands, and claws like white knives sprang out from his fingertips. I felt Jean-Claude's surprise thrill along my skin, as if curiosity was a touch. But the feel of Richard's muscled arm under my hands called something of me up through the hunger.
Knock yourself out. I took in a lot of air through my nose and let it out slow. I looked at Micah's face. He leaned his head back against the seat, and more of those completely silent tears began to escape him.
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