He really wanted to reply to her thoughts but he had nothing nice to say and really didn't want to out himself for being the freak that he was. He didn't like to admit that he heard voices and he didn't have to while he was here.

"Why's that?" He's really tired of all this shit. Of listening to people's voices, thinking about their stupid ass problems. The burning at the back of his neck began to itch but he ignored it. If he focuses on something else it's easy to forget that it isn't there.