"Not married, dose your therapist know you deflected emotions?" She asked mocking his tone.

Rebelling her comment maikeru kept counting in his head to ten so rose would give on her contemptive ways. "Does your boyfriend know your a socipath."

"Dont know haven't talk to him for a while i think hes forgotten about me." She said with a shrug. "So counting to 10 keep you from expressing yourself? dose it keep you in control?"

"So your boyfriend may be ignoring you and your hear lecturing me about counting to ten which is just something I do?" he asked curiously sad he had to leave his car at the apartment complex.

"Hes not ignoring me, i just haven't seen him since i got back. Hes probably happier now." She said trying to keep emotion out of her voice but a small amount of sadness could be heard. "Anyways the reason you count to ten is what i lecturing you about not the fact that you do it. and the reason being is your a control freak."

Maikeru saw the sadiness in her voice and wanted her to storm off in rage and depression. "Do you miss him?" he asked curiously circling her. "Right now he's probably feeling on some pretty young women." he said with a seductive voice to show the coldness of the depression. "Now he's taking control."

She noticed what he was trying to do, "As long as he's happy i dont matter." She told him. "Your trying to take control by asking me questions... control freak."

Maikeru stood boyishly toes pointed inward giving the impression he was weak which in a sense he was. Without someone telling him what to do or directing him he was lost in the world. With the lunch box he held it with both his hands and thought about what rose said. "Look I'm passive. Let's not debate any further." he smiled.

"But if we dont debate we will never know the root of the problem." She said with an amused smirk.

"There isn't any problem. What are you some sort of therapist?" he asked with curiousity. Clearly maikeru had abandoment issues due to the need to have someone in charge of him and take care of him.

"there is always a problem, I'm not a therapist but if you feel like you need one i can be one."

"Please don't patronize me. You can't possibly but what I need." he was horrified at the the type of therapy should would give him.

She looked him over, "You like guns don't you?" She asked studying him. "Like to build and modify them because its neat and controlling. You probably need someone to tell you what to do because on your own your lost and don't know what to do with yourself. You like to ask questions to keep people at a distance. Stop me when i'm wrong."

"your..your wrong I don't know a master like some type of sick whipping boy I just do those things as a hobby not because of control." he said with a his muscles tense and jaw clenched. "You were wrong about three sentences back." in the grasp of his hand maikeru ringed the handle of his lunch box.

She raised a eyebrow, "Am i know?" She asked looking at his hand on the lunch box. "Your reaction would say other wise." she smirked.