"Mhm," Marc replied, "I know that. I... know why. But that's one of the things I'm not talking about, Doc." He looked over at Cuddy again, actually making eye contact for once before his gaze slid away again, blinking back memories of his mom reaching for the belt, or of her reaching for a bottle before he'd even left for school. Steven didn't know why both of them existed beyond his own research so it was all theoretical for him, and Steven wasn't ever going to know the details, so Marc wasn't going to talk about it. Ever.
Other problems. Huh. "Y'know, I had this all under control until very recentl-"
"That's not what she asked, Marc. Can you give her a few examples? It'll help in the long ru-"
"I don't care if it helps, Steven," he snapped, and then froze. He'd gotten too used to talking to Steven in the past few weeks and it had just happened, and now she'd seen him talking to himself and the doctors never liked that, they always wound up upping his dosage or getting the orderlies involved, and he didn't want that, he didn't need that, oh shit...