Dick sat in the chair in front you. You were his therapist, having seen him for a few years now. He was always so nervous whenever talking to you. It was almost like being around you made him nervous. And maybe it did. You read him like a book.

"I.. I don't think I've been gettin' better" Dick said, frowning and getting comfortable in the chair as he looked at you with a sad look on his face. You knew he was telling the truth. Especially with that look on his face