"Confess?" The raspy voice responds for the first time, to him in days. If Tom was in a more caring mood, he would have handed the man some water. But he’s not, even if his healer instincts are bubbling under the surface to help, to be comforting. Tom knows that it really has always been a balancing act, that he has done to learn better how to imitate some of the emotions that he can not feel, that he wants to feel.