[Social] He Said He'd Always Been a Dancer

[Will Stanton]

"Oh, this was back home. Spent a lot of time talking to people, right up until I, er, left."

He paused.

"Not by choice, mind you. I don't know how many therapists find their clients hogtied and thrown into their office, but maybe that's just what's considered a 'challenge' in the profession."

[Miriam Bell]

"Yes, that sounds more like you. I can't tell if they did an incredible job or if they wasted their time, but who am I to talk..."

[Will Stanton]

"Gee, thanks," Will said, sarcastically. "Walk a mile in my shoes, and we'll see what coping mechanisms you come up with."

[Miriam Bell]

"I have and it's a miracle you're as sane as you are, to be quite honest."

[Will Stanton]

"No, I'm sorry, Miriam, you've been very...understanding of everything and all, but you really haven't. And may you never have to," Will said, turning to head up the stairs.

The dramatic storm off would probably work better if the latex didn't squeak when he walked.

[Miriam Bell]

"If that's what he's like after blowing off steam I'd hate to know how he started out on this bender..." she mutters under her breath and lights another cigarette.