Dr. Melloy listened intently, watching Henry’s face as she let her cigarette burn out. Even so, Henry didn’t tell her everything. He found he couldn’t, that wall appearing in front of his words again. He told her he had nightmares about maybe being a werewolf but not about actually being a wolf. Then he started apologizing for taking her time, he really wasn’t crazy, it was just bad dreams and old fears about being gay, but he didn’t know what to do.
“Do you love him?” Dr. Melloy watched his face closely and Henry did his best to hide his feelings. “I wonder. But there was that twinge when we first met,” she muttered as if talking to herself. “But dreaming and sleepwalking make sense, too. Dreams are sometimes just dreams—no other indications, far as I can tell. I should run some tests. A
