Cory fidgeted uncomfortably as he sat in the chair. His knees knocked against each other while his hands switched between resting between his knees together or resting on the edge of his chair and tapping his fingers against the bottom, or doing something else altogether. It was a mixed bag of everything, really.

“Mr. Gimenez,” the psychologist called out politely, snapping Cory out of his nervous fidgeting. He tried to settle down and not move as much, but his legs continued to bounce up and down while the woman held up a card. “What does this look like to you?”

“Uh. Nothing.” He said the first thing that came to mind, his neck craning forward. “Wait, no. A spider. Actually, you can kind of see like, two chicken heads looking out from both sides and then there’s like—“

She put down the card. “Moving on.”

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“So, if you had to choose between save the life of another member or a box of bottled water, which would you pick and why?”

Cory moved his head from side to side while he thought. “If it was Mocha or Greta I’d save them, but if it was anyone else I don’t know. Maybe I’d take the box of water, but, like—“ His hands began to gesticulate randomly. “If the situation wasn’t too difficult I’d probably save the other person because that’s the moral thing to do, but if it’s too hard or dangerous it’s probably better if I take the water because I’m not too good with plans.” A pause as he stared at a crack in the wall. “Because I can’t make and stick to a plan. I just do whatever. But Mocha or Greta I’d save them. I love Mocha. I like Greta. Yeah.”