Darkness Is A Harsh Word, Don't You Think [Sean]
Dec 2, 2011 20:51:54 GMT -5
Post by Dr. Sean Neville on Dec 2, 2011 20:51:54 GMT -5
“No, I’m verbalizing what I perceive to you in a shared vernacular.” While Sean had been called over-cautious before, he wasn’t an alarmist. He never over-emphasized a problem with patients or with colleagues. Instead, he was quite aware of how Cobalt coped and how that differed from the majority of the population, how it differed from healthy models of coping. “I don’t dispute the fact that you’re functional. My point is that you could be more than that, and life isn’t just about functionality.”
There were also degrees of functionality, and as the telepath had already pointed out to the younger man: he sabotaged interpersonal relationships. That was hardly the epitome of functionality.
Sean didn’t want Cobalt to get stuck on what happened with Danny, but the younger man already was stuck, subconsciously at least; the psychiatrist wanted him to understand that so that he was free to actually move past it. It would take work; no form of recovery was simple. But it was possible. It was something he wanted to help the younger man with.
The telepath resisted the urge to respond to the unvoiced thought with I understand more than you think. That was already implied by this car ride. Furthermore, saying it aloud would do nothing to convince the attorney; of this, Sean was certain. He had to use other methods of convincing him. At least he had Cobalt in the car already.
“I disagree.” Which was to say, he had heard the sentiment. “What I find to be wasteful, and cosmically absurd although I understand your reasons, is that you’d rather be miserable and alone than face this effectively. I’m offering you my help. I realize you might not take me up on it, but what I can promise is that I won’t breathe a word of this to anyone else. And there’s nothing you can show me or tell me that will make me cringe in pain, lothing, or judgment.”
There were also degrees of functionality, and as the telepath had already pointed out to the younger man: he sabotaged interpersonal relationships. That was hardly the epitome of functionality.
Sean didn’t want Cobalt to get stuck on what happened with Danny, but the younger man already was stuck, subconsciously at least; the psychiatrist wanted him to understand that so that he was free to actually move past it. It would take work; no form of recovery was simple. But it was possible. It was something he wanted to help the younger man with.
The telepath resisted the urge to respond to the unvoiced thought with I understand more than you think. That was already implied by this car ride. Furthermore, saying it aloud would do nothing to convince the attorney; of this, Sean was certain. He had to use other methods of convincing him. At least he had Cobalt in the car already.
“I disagree.” Which was to say, he had heard the sentiment. “What I find to be wasteful, and cosmically absurd although I understand your reasons, is that you’d rather be miserable and alone than face this effectively. I’m offering you my help. I realize you might not take me up on it, but what I can promise is that I won’t breathe a word of this to anyone else. And there’s nothing you can show me or tell me that will make me cringe in pain, lothing, or judgment.”