He can practically feel his face get warmer beneath the cool touch of Kyle's skin.

"Really? As A kid? How did they even know by then? A lot of human psychology is pure guess work, you know?" Perplexed, to suspicious to assuring in one breath, but in the time that takes he sits up and straddles the one leg he was wrapped around, just to look down at Kyle when he speaks.

"Hey. Not to like minimize how... fucked up it is to give a kid a diagnosis like that, but listen. I wanna see it all. And there's nothing you can say, or do, or think at me that I'm gonna judge you for, ok? I look into people's heads for a living. I've seen some bonkers shit. Have I made fun of some of them for it? Sure. Have I told them they should probably work on some of those thoughts? Absolutely. But you can't judge people for thoughts alone. It's like judging people for having gas or not producing enough insulin. That's just how brains work. And I wanna know everything about how your brain works, Broflovski."