“It’s hard,” Bruce says after a long stretch of silence. He doesn’t like being in this chair—but he knows he needs it. You’ve been nothing but patient with him, even though it’s your job and he’s paying you a lot to be his therapist.

It feels more like a waste of money. He barely says anything to you, can’t bring himself to open up. There’s that lingering fear of telling you everything and never being able to stop. He’s bottled everything up for so long, Bruce doesn’t know what else to do.