"Yes, unless I find you to be a harm to yourself or others"

"Do you?" Connor pondered, biting the polish off his nails.

"Find you dangerous? No. We've just met. It would be unprofessional to draw conclusions so fast"

"Oh." Connor looked to the corner of the room into the rocks of the fish tank. "What if I think I'm... dangerous" He had special difficulty getting the last word out.

"Do you?"

"Sometimes I feel so happy

Sometimes I feel so sad

Sometimes I feel so happy

But mostly you just make me mad

Baby, you just make me mad"

"I don't want to hurt anybody"

"Who do you think about hurting?"

Connor almost shrugged. "This one kid that's in my algebra class"

"Why do you think about hurting this classmate?"

"...Jus' don't like him" Nearly half the polish on his nail was chipped away by now.

"There was hesitation there. Has he done anything to you?"

"I didn't hesitate..." The room was silent in anticipation. "He smiles at me sometimes, in the hall"

"And this upsets you?"

"Yeah"

"Care to explain why?"

"Linger on your pale blue eyes

Linger on your pale blue eyes"

"He wears makeup and bracelets and shit." His face flushed.

"Is that something that regularly bothers you?"

"No"

"Why do you think it bothers you with him?"

There was a long pause.

"Cause' he looks good in it."