I watch you sometimes
when you don't know I'm watching
and I see you. Who you are.
--"You Are the Mountain" by Lisa Zaran--
"No, Jonny, just stay here a minute," Scarecrow said before Jonathan could step away from the door. He was peering into the room where he would be having a session with a teenaged patient who had checked herself in after a suicide attempt.
The patient was already seated. Becky had brought the child some water, as was requested, but it appeared the girl had begun to speak to his assistant.
This is wrong, Jonathan commented.
"Feeling guilty for eavesdropping?" Scarecrow smirked. "Wait, don't say it. It's a private moment between the two of them, right? If you're so morally against it, I'll do it."
Not with my body.
"Our body, Jonny. I'm as much a part of you as you are of me. I'm just curious about their discussion. I've never really witnessed Becky talking to someone. So please, could you lean down by the crack in the door and let us have a listen? Please, Jonny, before I decide I want to know too much and I do it for us?" His last statement was said with faux sweetness and Jonathan sighed.
You are a creep, you know that? This doesn't look suspicious at all. Why do you want to know so much about her?
Scarecrow whistled from within his mind. "Why do you?"