James nodded, and realised that he was holding his breath. The last time a doctor had even alluded to his childhood, he'd called the interview to an abrupt end and left the room. But not now- now, it was about tackling those demons. Or trying to start, at least.
"Yes. Yes- my parents. I- was orphaned, they died in an accident when I was eleven," he told her, but the words came out terribly casually, as if they were just something he'd memorised, as if they were words from a script. As if saying it quickly could mean they'd move on.