Steve frowned and reached up to brush his hair out of his face, staring resolutely at the floor.

"I don't want to. But I should probably go," he muttered, slipping his hands into the pocket of his jacket. "I know I'm a fucking headcase. As if they needed another reason to lock me up somewhere."

If he was even himself long enough to go see the shrink. He shoved that dark thought to the back of his head the second it popped up.