Heather deadpanned immediately, almost bursting into laughter right on the spot. "A shrink?" she asked, a small chuckle bubbling up out of her throat anyway. "You want me to go see a shrink? Like one of those guys with the little beard and glasses that I lay on the couch and spill my guts out to?"
She would've laughed again if she still thought he was joking. Instead, she shook her head firmly. "No. I'm not -- no. That's ridiculous. I'm not crazy, Sam."