“Are you talking about animals?” I asked. “Like the squirrels start trying to unionize?”
That earned me the smallest flicker of a smile, even though I’d been embarrassed the second the words had come out of my mouth. It didn’t hang around long. “And other things.”
I didn’t like the way he said that.
A shiver crawled up my spine. “Okay, so…what you’re saying is I need to go back to communing with therapy instead of nature,” I commented. “Noted.”
I glanced down at my water bottle, oddly disappointed that my hiking adventures seemed like they were coming to an early end.
“You just can’t commune alone,” he said.
I blinked. “That’s…not remotely how therapy works.”
“You can’t commune alone out here,” he corrected.
Before I could argue, or agree, or pass out, his fingers closed firmly aro
