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Lucas sat down at his desk, pulling his knees up to his chest as he always did, it made him feel safer. This man was going to help him? Lucas would do anything to be at least semi-normal, to be able to interact with people again, something he hadn't done for a long time...

There isn't much to tell, Professor..., he started with his mind, then broke off as his migrane got worse...he didn't want to cause himself more pain, so he would have to actually speak for now. Besides, he wasn't even sure that he could've kept it up anyway...the guilt from his mother's worry would have broken his silence anyway...although he tended to stutter so much from nerves that there was really no point in him talking anyway...

"T-there's n-not much to t-tell...I-I just w-want the n-noise to stop...s-seven years...that when it s-started...", he stammered quietly, his voice hoarse from not being used much, resting his chin on his knees so he could watch the man...he was different from the other people who had come before...the doctors that had been sent, or hired by his parents to 'fix' him, although that had turned out to be impossible so far, so that gradually stopped, and he was generally left alone...Not that he minded, but it would have been nice to have someone to support him, instead of giving him the 'Shrink-Treatment'...maybe this 'Institute' would be different? He didn't know, but it would be better than here, that was for sure, if they really understood what was happening to him...