“Do you think I’m a psychopath?” Aidan tossed those words out into the air and they hung with the strange sentiment that their content represented, his deep hazel eyes staring into mine with a playful excitement and curiosity.
“Yes.” I responded. I stared right back at him as I said this, hoping that if I peered ever so slightly deeper I’d get a glimpse of his soul. He didn’t blink. Staring back, the smile on his face seemed to curve ever so slightly upward as one enjoying karma run its course.
“What makes you say that?” he asked?
“Well what do you want to know?” I asked, staring ever deeper into the abyss of his mind. “I question the way in which you interact with other humans. How your empathy works, how your sense of attachment, love, and affection differs from what I consider normal. How you handle your interpersonal relationships.”
This time his mouth broke into a definitive smile. “That’s very accurate,” he said.
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