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Bernstein smiled as Yin, late as always asked him what they are doing on the last group session. "Well, each person in the group share their problems, but the group has to share their opinion on how they think about life." He nodded at Yin then looked at Ian,"How do you not know, when your an alcoholic?" He said his voice full of interest and worry.

Masa listened to Ian speak and didn't even bother to look at him, he looked at the chain connected to his belt, which wasn't really fascinating. "I don't know why I am here either, it does suck." He nodded still looking down at his chain belt, wanting to get out of here, because they were boring, 'this' was boring, talking was boring and he didn't like being bored.

He didn't want to talk, he hates talking, talking didn't mean a thing to him, he would rather run into a wall, than talking to a someone. That's how much he hated socializing with people. Hating it down to the bone, it crawled under his skin, and his voice just wasn't brought out for all that crap anyways.