Wolfgang keeps their gaze in their lap, not able to look him in the face. It's been months since they've been unable to do that.
“That's why... when I told you to talk to someone — I wasn't, you know. I wasn't being a condescending... I just meant, um. I didn't have a word for it, until I went to hospital, um, because the voices told me — anyway, um, the doctors, they told me that. I didn't like it at the time, but um, it helped, um. To know what's it called. I read a book about it. A lot of people think the same thoughts.”
They really want to hold his hand, but now they're worried he'd pull away. They've already chewed their fingernails to stubs on one hand.