"You're welcome," Len said, noticing his compliment had been accepted, "I won't claim all the credit. You should give yourself some credit sometimes."<br/><br/>He moved past her and sat on the edge of her bed. Adjusting his position so she could sit too if she wished, he looked up at her with his back against a bed post. She didn't seem so negative now which was a positive thing. He needed to make sure she stayed positive so she wouldn't regress. He also felt something more but he stomped down on it before it coalesced into a discernible thing.<br/><br/>"I'm only as good at teaching as the person I'm trying to teach," He continued with a nonchalant laugh, folding his arms to conceal his returning anguish from his other self laying into her, "I don't sugarcoat things I believe is true. I believe you do have some hidden talent. And that your life is important. I can tell you now that if something were to happened to you , I'd never forgive myself for it."<br/><br/>He stated his words lightly, but his eyes said he was dead serious. He cared her wellbeing, perhaps more than he should. Her life had worth, and he was gonna make sure she realized that even if he had to verbally beat it into her head to make she believe it.<br/><br/>"I might be your therapist," He finished, letting his words resonate around the room, "but I will also be your friend. I promise I'll protect you however I can, you just have to have faith and work with me for now."