I chose his bedroom.
Not mine.
The distinction mattered.
Silas followed me through the penthouse without asking where we were going. He had put his glasses back on, but the strategic model remained off.
At the bedroom door, I turned.
"Your overlay."
He stopped.
"What about it?"
"Full access."
"You already have access to the joint session."
"I have access to what you choose to show during it."
"That is generally how access works."
"For subjects."
His expression changed.
I was learning which words reached him.
"You want my historical data," he said.
"Fear. Desire. Recovery. Dependency. Every category you applied to me."
"My overlay is operational, not diagnostic."
"That sounds like a man who dislikes his own categories."
"I dislike weak inference."
"Then let me correct it
