Terry wiped his eyes again, blushing slightly. He sat back down and stared blankly down at the piece of paper. A half-drawn tree sat against an empty background. So Reid had heard the rumors too. "They're not true!" he said suddenly cried out, pounding the table with his fist. " I don't do that! Not with teachers! Not with old men!" He gulped and blinked, glancing at Reid. "I mean... I don't do that at all..." He hated to lie to Reid, the one person that seemed so genuine.

He started to shake and soon, tears fell heavily onto the paper, splattering his pencil with warm water. "I... I... I..." he didn't know what to say. He sniffed loudly and hugged himself, wiping the tears from his eyes. "I don't like it. I don't like it at all... But I can't say anything... I can only talk to you... I've... You are the only one I can talk to, and I have no idea why..."