Len reached to touch her shoulder as a means of comforting her but caught himself. He didn't want her to shut down on him. However, not doing something would make matters worse. He wasn't sure what to do about this. This wasn't his job to do.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">'It became your job when you walked it the room, genius. Like it or not, Ms. Crybaby is stuck with you.'</span><br/><br/>"Who fucking asked you?!" He snapped, his head whirling to the side.<br/><br/>He instantly turned back to Emma, sensing somehow that she might take his actions the wrong way. Thanks to his other self's comment, made a decision. He wasn't a real therapist so he wasn't really bound by their rules. He stood, moving the chair out of the way as he knelt in front of her.<br/><br/>"Sorry about that," He said, embracing her, "You have my condolences about your mother. My outburst wasn't at you. I have my own problem that I deal with. Most times I can keep it under control. But it does come out somethings. At its worst, I can be a threat to myself and others around me."<br/><br/>He wasn't sure why he was hugging her or why he revealed, in part, his mental illness to her. It didn't shake the fact it felt like something he needed to do for both himself  and her. It didn't make sense why he felt that way. He shoved the feeling aside, determined to think it over when the session was over.