"I..... dunno who my doctor is," he said honestly. He really should, shouldn't he? But it was hard to care when he was in this place. Not a lot merited an ounce of emotion. Apart from when he thought helicopters were really God coming to get him. Fuck now he thought about it he felt so stupid and he blushed a little, shrugging. "I like light blue. Yellow maybe even light purple. Never had colour in a room before, was always pale cream or white."
Depressing. Always. But back onto the subject of sexuality. "So you can express yourself like with make up? Is that what women do?" He was so clueless. "You have a guitar? I'd like to hear you play. I wasn't ever allowed to play guitar, I was told my voice was the only instrument I needed and crap like that...." But enough chit chatter.... "...Why do you prefer men?"