Gino hid a pained look. She was quite similar to him. How nice... Or not. He'd not wish this social phobia on anyone. "That's kind of why I'm stuck at home all the time. I even work from home; if I could, I'd barricade the door and never leave again." But of course that was impossible. He'd tried before. Making it fourteen days before cabin fever set in and he was ready to kill every electronic in his electronics-ridden home.

He shut up. She'd fallen silent, now it was his turn. Maybe this was why he didn't have friends; too talky when he talked. Leaning forward, he folded his hands on the back of his head and closed his eyes. It made every uncomfortable thing move faster, even if it wasn't entirely normal. But he'd already made a fool of himself---why not seal the suspicion? Above the hum of the bus engine, he could hear raindrops falling on the roof. What a nice sound...