At least Jude had finally decided to take a seat, even though it was on the couch, which was further away. It was better than nothing, and part of the reason Wilson even had the couch was for the more suspicious patients who didn't want to get too close. Though he still could hardly understand how he could seem the slightest bit dangerous.

The patient's comment was pretty run-of-the-mill, which also meant that Wilson knew it probably wasn't true. In fact, considering some of the problems listed in the man's file, it definitely wasn't true.

Granted, bring up the man's personality disorder right off the bat wasn't the best idea. Wilson decided to go with something simpler. "I'm Dr. Wilson, by the way," he said. "What would you like to be called?" He might as well give the man a choice, seeing how he was stuck between three different names.