"I could help you a lot but you come to therapy with me and you always just fuck around, don't you? Lying and telling stories. You ever feel like being real and getting some help, I'll fix as much of you as I can. Though I don't think our type needs a fix, just a gentle nudge sometimes." Edward had an amazing mind, he wouldn't want to tamper with it too much but he did think a low level anti-psychotic and a better SSRI would really help him. And maybe some long-term therapy.

"Delite might be playing games too but he shows everything cause he's the sort. I can help him by playing with him. If I play with you, you win." And that was the impasse he couldn't get over.

Turning his head, he looked over at Jervis and then raised an eyebrow. "They upped his dosage again, I can tell by his pupils. Fucking hacks. He needs low level twice a day or he'll just end up worse." Jon tutted. "This place is awful without me."