No suicidal thoughts, except for some romantic grandiosity. It was a relief. The young man still wanted and hoped for a better life. That was a powerful resource to work from.

There was, however, a large need for admiration, for his art, for his looks...

Tristan's eyes had followed his patient's gaze when he turned his head. It took a few moments before Tristan really saw the objects on the shelf. That was... nightmarish...

He averted his eyes and looked back at Mr. Carrington. "Tell me about Chris."