Marshall sat in Doctor Snapell's office, he sighed as he watched the doctor study him.

It had almost felt like routine, a routine that Marshall was sick of.

"Reg told me that you spoke about Larna." Doctor Snapell's voice calmly admitted.

Marshall kept his eyes on Doctor Snapell, he felt betrayed. Marshall had trusted Reginald and now he had gone behind Marshall's back and talk about Larna.

"Marshall, I understand this is hard. I understand that your very selective on who you talk to about your friend." Doctor Snapell wasn't hurt that his patient refused to talk to him, he had gotten used to it over the years "Anything you say in this room, will stay between you and I."

Marshall was used to hearing that sentence over and over from Doctor Snapell, maybe that's why he didn't speak to his doctor. Marshall felt like that sentence was a lie, maybe that's why he spoke to Reginald, because Reginald didn't use that sentence.

Marshall noticed the softness in Doctor Snapell's brown eyes "I know." He muttered "If Larna's not in the room than I won't talk."

Doctor Snapell allowed confusion to write itself over his face "Care to explain, Marshall?"

Marshall shook his head.

Doctor Snapell pursed his lips together, he refused to let anything other than care and confusion fill his body language "You can see Larna?"

Marshall didn't respond, he just lowered his black eyes down to the carpet.

"That's why you trust Reg? Because Larna would've trusted him." Doctor Snapell began to think out loud "He reminds you of her."

Marshall twisted a little.

Doctor Marshall nodded at the silent reaction, he sensed he had hit a nerve with Marshall. "You don't trust me, because I don't remind you of Larna."

Marshall stayed quiet.

"It's okay, I'm not offended." Doctor Snapell reminded his patient. "Look, I know I'm not a red head and have no feminine qualities." He tried to joke.

Marshall lifted his gaze slightly at Doctor Snapell, Marshall gave a small hint of a laugh.

Doctor Snapell smiled a little at the reaction.