Haddon smiled a little. "You think he'd accept help from some self-righteous ass who believed they were perfect?" The answer was no. Obviously. William would rather stick a needle in his eye than let any self-help guru or frickin therapist try to probe his brain and 'prove he had feelings'. Humanise him. Bring him down to their level. "He sees himself in you. He'll accept help from himself."
Whilst Haddon spoke William didn't know what the hell he was feeling. It certainly wasn't cocksure and empty as per usual. It hurt. What the fuck was it? "What's he saying?" he asked Fisher softly, edging away from him slightly. "I mean I don't... I don't know how or why but... what's... "