Soren was all for talking, just not to everyone. He wanted to speak to people individually, where it seemed more like constructive and loving discussion and less like calling people out and criticism. He pulled his knees a little closer to his chest, moving Henn off of his lap and leaning against the arm of the couch. Discomfort rolled off of him in near tangible waves, and the way his hands shook read that he did Not Want to Be There. He wanted to tell Sable that it wasn't Cass' fault, he had fucking OCD, and he wanted to tell Cass she was trying, and he wanted to tell Henn that he was too, but instead, he shook a little and chewed on his hair.