<div style="text-align: justify;">Emma was so uncomfortable with Len as he was with her. She was so scared of doing or saying the wrong thing that she felt basically unable to function. Hearing that he hadn't been a therapist for long, and that she was his first patient, though, put her a little more at ease. He wouldn't have a term of comparison to think she was worse than his other patients. For some reason, it made her feel a little more comfortable.<br/><br/>"I will try to be a good patient", Emma murmured softly. As he sat down and smiled, the girl paid attention to his body language. She was used to watching people in silence, and paying attention to how they seemed to feel about everything, including about her.<br/><br/>When he took her bandaged arm, Emma shivered a little, but didn't try to pull her arm away. It was probably because he was touching her carefully. Had he gripped her arm at all, Emma would probably have withdrawn her arm and recoiled in fear. Something about Len made her feel less scared.<br/><br/>Nodding when he said that the best way a therapist could serve their patient would be to understand them, Emma agreed silently. <span style="font-style: italic">Nobody can understand you, you are too messed up for that</span>, the voice commented. Emma tried to ignore it, focused on paying attention to Len.<br/><br/>When he asked her to tell him about her past, Emma took a deep breath. It was obvious that she was nervous. "There isn't really much to talk about", she started, her voice very soft and quiet. "I have lived a very normal life. My parents were together, we had a nice home, I was always put in good schools, and money was never a problem - my dad is a part of the city council, and my mom was...". Her voice choked here, and she took a few deep breaths to calm herself down. "...she was a stay at home mom", she finally completed. "S-she passed away a few weeks ago...". The girl shook her head on a negative, as though she couldn't continue right now, her eyes watering up.</div>