She introduces herself and holds out a hand for him to shake.
“Shou Yoshida,” he replies and stares at the hand. Didn’t the doctor tell her? When her eyes narrow and her hand stays aggressively jutting into his space, he shoves his fists into his pockets. “I don’t like touching people.”
She considers the tic. “Tourettes?”
“What are those scars from?” She points at the shiny skin on the underside of his arm.
“I hurt-t-t-t myself.” The lie is easier every time but the stutter isn’t.
“Looks like an animal attack.”
He winces and looks away.