Harleen was more hesitant to openly criticize during the sessions, but now that Martin had broken the seal. Well. Well, she had been thinking the same thing all along, right? And if nobody ever said anything, it couldn't get better.

"A support group isn't totally without merit. Being Different," she cringed at saying it with the capital-D, "is an isolating experience, because the Bureau enforces secrecy. But without individual therapy, more ... more curated groups, there's no progress to be made. As it is, these sessions aren't support so much as a headcount."

She looked away from the therapist's hard stare about halfway through speaking her mind and flushed from embarrassment. She frowned and folded her hands over her knee, staring at her knuckles.