He lifted his head when she spoke to him. His grey eyes empty for a moment almost like something sucked the life out of him and then blew it back in. He unzipped his jacket and pulled it off. Speaking in a low and unsure voice. "Because I rather not be labeled with some kind of disorder or mental illness when I know I don't have one."<br/><br/>He looked at her intently but HE wasn't really looking at her, it was the weirdest feeling ever like someone else took over his brain for just a moment but gave it back when he needed to answer a question. He blinked his eyes and he was back in control of himself.<span style="font-style: italic">What the hell</span>