“If he thinks he’s a danger to other people or himself, he probably thinks he’s a danger to you.” Sinclair’s gaze drifts to Wolfgang’s ignored bottle of beer. “What you’re talking about doing—for people like us, sometimes it is dangerous. Maybe he’s right, maybe he could hurt you. It’s hard to have control at a time like that. There are so many things to remember, you know...” He rubs his forehead.