"Then don't ignore them. I told you already, talk if you want to talk. To me, or Dr. Ryk'rr, or better yet Nita or Rich." He flinched when his head caught up to his mouth. "Maybe not Nita and Rich."

They deserved to not have any more shit flung their way. So did Vance. "If we don't have time to calm things down, then I definitely don't have time to talk to Dr. Ryk'rr about anything. How many sessions do you think it would take for her to really understand how growing spikes and getting followed around by a bunch of ghosts feels? Two? Three?"

Robbie shook his head. "Maybe yours was cosmic level shit. Mine was ... normal, but you're not like... that. You've got all your shit together, and you always know what to do, and... maybe you're right. Maybe what you need to do is have a nice chat and not ignore it, and I really hope it works for you. I do. I... I don't think there's anything I want more than for you to be okay."