When Brad offered his own therapy skills Lloyd stared at him a moment. Was he so see-through that even the people he was trying to help felt the need to comfort him. For a moment the demon felt flustered, trying to fake that all was absolutely fine.
"I'm.. I don't... just stupid old fool stuff," Lloyd laughed, waving his hand as if it was nothing. "You don't need to be burdened with it. It's fairly similar to your issue but way, way down the line if you fuck up all your options. Everybody keeps having epiphanies, you never stop. And some just - hurt. I'm fine." His little smile was sad but he considered it to be proof all was well, really.