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I don't think I need it.

Need what, Gid?

They don't think I socialize well with others my age. Its not my fault they're boring.

It's nothing to worry about. I was the same at your age. *smiles reassuringly*

I'm glad it's not just me. They made me talk to the counselor.

*frowns a bit at the idea of counselors* Was that OK? Are you all right? *feels like having a word or two with the counselor himself, telling them there's nothing wrong with his son and to butt out*

It was irritating. You know I don't like to rush my thoughts but she kept trying to get me to just open up.

Counselors can be very irritating.

I know how that feels, son. You're just like me.

I did give her the names of a few friends I do have so she'd let me go.

Hopefully that'll keep her out of our hair. *gives Gid another reassuring smile*

I think so.

*looks at him with her head tilted a little* What don't you need, sweetheart?

To talk to a counselor.

Why ever would you need to talk to a counselor? Is this something the school tried to set up? *protective Mom!mode*

They don't think I socialize well with others my age. Its not my fault they're boring.

*...* So you're ADVANCED and like people who are older and can carry on a conversation that is about more than what video games you've played and who's going to who's house for the weekend. Gee, you're so ill adjusted. *seething just a touch* Do you want me to go punch someone? I can. Really. I used to be quite violent.

It's ok mom, she talked to a couple of the friends I do have now I think she'll be quiet.

*nods, hugging him tight* I just hate when people don't understand you. I want everyone to see how amazing you are. When they don't it makes me very angry.

*hugs her* It's ok mom.

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