Oren
Good
The dots appeared at the bottom of the screen, letting me know he was typing something. They disappeared again while I watched.
A shadow engulfed me, and I looked sideways to find Rhone reading over my shoulder.
"I think he saw me almost devolve," I explained.
"You didn't almost devolve." Rhone strode back to the stove. "You had a flashback, and some panic. There's a difference."
"Is there?"
"Yes."
"We'll have to agree to disagree."
Oren's message finally came through.
Oren
Are you talking to someone about everything you went through?That would be a good next step
Me
Sometimes
I have a hard time trusting people, so opening up sounds like a lot
Oren
Rhone's probably a decent listener when he wants to be
I imagine he wants to be, with you
And you trust him
Me
He's reading this over my shoulder
He'd returned to my side, scrolling up to read what he'd missed.
Oren
Hi, Rhone
Rhone grunted and went back to the stove.
Me
He says hi back
Oren
No, he doesn't
Me