“Fine. But I feel like there’s not much you’re afraid of.” “Kids.” He nods, soberly. “Frogs. I have an irrational fear of frogs.” My chest tightens. I’m not sure what cause he has to go near frogs, but that sounds kinda awful. “Frogs? Is there a name for that?” He nods again, his face grave. “Rrrrrribbitphobia.”
