she tried to focus on how to give him the help he wanted. she looked at the words searching for her thoughts. he doesn't look back down at the paper. he feels vulnerable, but not just because he had just shared a written account of his life story with someone, but because the way she spoke helped him realize the truth of what he wanted to become. they both knew where he was coming from, and how he got to where he is, and his constant struggle with identity. she seemed so strong in herself, speaking softly but surely. he couldn't stop staring at her, wondering what she was thinking about his paper, or what she thought about the past and the person that brought it into being.