GUY RAPHAELSON
((Guy nods through his tears, trying his hardest to smile reassuringly at Lucise. The sensation of being touched had been, at first, hellish torture, as though his skin were burning in acid. He knew this was an illusion, but his hand still jerked a little bit to avoid the pain. He steeled himself, forcing his hand to remain in Lucise's, despite the burning and the sense of disgust rising up in him.))
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I can trust you, Lucise. I already do. I think I have from the moment I saw you. I trust you almost more than I trust myself. I'm.... unstable. You're more like a rock.
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((Guy pauses for a moment, allowing himself to enjoy the warmth of Lucise's body standing close to his. That felt natural, welcome, it was the actual touch of flesh upon flesh that he abhorred and did not know why. His therapist had suggested deep regression under hypnosis to address that issue and even then had come up with nothing.... except a memory block.))
%% Well are you going to trust him, or are you going to trust him? %%
** Lucise....? All these issues, I think they must have come from my childhood..... Theres a portion missing from my memory. I have lost a major part of my childhood. I'm not certain why I'm telling you... Actually, yes I do. Its because I trust you... God, you're easier to talk to than my therapist.**
((looks at Lucise with a pain and a longing for something deep within himself, but hoping that Lucise will have the answers.))
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What do you think it means? Why am I like this?
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