“You are running,” she said. “I am not running from clinical,” Vasiht’h answered, flicking his ears back. “No, you’re running from your roommate and from clinical,” she said. “Basically, away from everything that’s making you realize that you can be troubled by your own feelings. Where do I send my psychologist brother to get psychologized?” “That’s not even a word,” Vasiht’h growled.
