Greg flinches, and lowers his hands. He isn't exactly being subtle right now, he knows, but he's already too vulnerable to feel anything but attacked by getting read so easily.

"Damn it. What's going on, I'm so..." Looking away from Doctor, Greg rubs a palm at his eye. He doesn't expect Doctor to make him feel anything but worse, to know anything more than he does, or to really be of any help at all. They're all in the same, sinking boat here. Still, he's too tired to argue. If he can hear someone else talk, it might drown out the echoes. "Sure, therapize me, whatever the heck you want, it'll be good for a laugh."