Don't sweat the small stuff was a common phrase, but it held about nearly as much value in the real world as Freud did to psychology anymore. Just because some old Austrian guy was obsessed with thoughts of killing his father and marrying his mother and used it to work out other people's issues as well. Brogan for one was glad no one took Freud seriously anymore because he wouldn't be able to sit there and look Ross in the eye to tell him that his problems weren't because of his wife's death but really because of his unconscious mind being unsatisfied and that he'd be a happier man if he just went after every single urge and desire he had.
Life just didn't work like that, and happily, neither did the human mind.
"You carried that secret around for that long?" Brogan blinked, absolutely astonished. Four years had been hard enough, and even though he was still very guarded as to whom he told about his abilities, he couldn't imagine keeping it from a wife. He did keep it from his son, though that was to protect him, to let him have as normal of a life that he possibly could. Maybe he was making a mistake by not telling him. "How old was your oldest?" Sounded like a teenager. "Just because you have an ability doesn't make you any different than you were before. I mean, to them, or to anyone else whom you meet who doesn't right away know. You are very much a whole person with or without the ability, and with it, whether or not they knew about it, it was there all along. And it's a secret that you can understandably be guarded about."
Brogan's head went back and his eyes widened in shock as Ross explained his desire to understand exactly what had happened the night of their death. "Ross, right now, I don't think that you are at an emotional state where you can make big decisions like that. You haven't even fully healed, going back, it would only make things more raw. I don't think this is an issue of trust on their part, I don't think they would want you to put yourself through that. Ross, I know we have only been talking for a few minutes, and that my opinion does not mean much to you right now but I am telling you as a psychologist and as a person concerned for your well being that you should not do this." The temptation to do such a thing must have been overwhelming for the man, and Brogan was a little shocked he had held out this long. But he hoped for his own sanity that Ross did not do this.
"Take a couple of deep breaths." Brogan suggested. "Focus on breathing for now."