"I had a couple of phobias to get over." He shrugged, fingers immediately going to the fabric he wore over his wrists. "It wasn't - Teja thinks it was all Dad, but it wasn't. A lot, but not all." He grew quiet for a moment, looking at his feet. "I didn't totally freak out when I played for you, but I could have. I just have to work on it."
He cocked his head to the side when she bent over, smiling appreciatively. That was the best way to get him to stop feeling sorry for himself. "You, actually. Well. Younger you. Well, not really you, but she's based on you."