Unfortunately for both of them, Foxx, however, was not. Smiling, he shook Harlow’s arm, loudly asking, “And? What happened? Did you kill him?!”
His smile widened as he heard Wes softly sigh.
Harlow didn’t seem to care that he had snapped him out of his thoughts. The dhampir just smiled down at him and gave him a peck on the forehead. “No, I didn’t kill him that day, my bloodthirsty brat.”
The use of ‘that day’ was hinting at a lot, Foxx had to say, but he felt maybe it was not good to let the psychologist know that it probably meant Harlow had in fact killed the guy at some point. Something for him to ask about later.
“I would have killed him…if our foster parents hadn’t shown up moments later. It took them both to pull me off of him, but they did. That moment was the first time I realized that I could kill someone, and in fact, I wouldn’t mind doing it. Not to mention, if I had, I wouldn’t have felt any feelings of regret, remorse, or disgust after the fact. It was all new. Except the disgust, as I suppose that was one emotion I did and do still have. As I had always felt it towards others touching me. So me touching Joshua in my effort to kill him was…a realization that I was fine with touching someone if I was hurting them.”
“Ah…so that’s where that first rule to your weird hatred of touch came from.”
“Ignoring the fact that you said ‘that day’,” Wes drawled. “What is this touch thing you are talking about? I don’t think it’s ever come up in our discussions.”
“Hah, and I thought he hadn’t picked up on that part.” Foxx giggled. “Guess you are pretty good with context clues, huh?”
The human smiled. “Foxx, I suppose I should have mentioned this. None of our sessions are ‘official’. I started seeing Harlow as a favor to Tony. Nothing you tell me will leave here. That includes any murders you two may have committed outside the scopes of your jobs.”
“Huh…” Harlow chuckled. “I actually didn’t know you wouldn't report my ass. Well, I assumed, but wasn’t sure.”
Wes’ face scrunched. “Harlow, you ranted about wanting to murder someone in front of me. Technically, that was a reportable offense.”
“I mean, but I didn’t.”
“Poor Iggy.” Foxx tsked.
“Fuck him,” Harlow growled.
The human let out a soft chuckle. “Back to the touch thing.”
“Right, so Harlow doesn’t like touching people, unless he is fucking or hurting them.”
Wes blinked. “That…was very succinctly answered.”
Harlow shrugged in his hold. “It pretty much sums it up. Anyway, both Tommy and Joshua went to the hospital. I got into trouble, and then Joshua got into trouble when it came out that he lied about what happened, and that I had told the truth…mostly.”
“You lied about planning and saying you were going to kill him, didn’t you?” Foxx giggled.
“I mean, I was a kid, but not a moron. Either way, I was sent to a new foster home after it was determined I wouldn’t face any consequences.”
“Right!” Wes said. “There’s still a little bit of time left. Why don’t we stop there for you while I ask Foxx a few questions? Hmm?”
Why the hell had he not let Harlow ponder for longer?!? Stupid impatience!
He grimaced. “I mean…” He eyed the clock on the wall. “There’s only like ten minutes left, so why not just finish up with him today and I can try next time?”
“There’s fifteen. Plenty of time for you to answer a few small questions before we end for today. This way, next time you can think over the questions I’ve asked, and be prepared and ready with answers you are comfortable with, so that during the next session you can start off.”
Fuck a duck! Why did Wes’ words sound like a bloody threat? “Me…start off next time? Is that really necessary?”
Harlow snorted.
“Hush,” he hissed at the man.
“I didn’t say a word,” the dhampir chuckled.
“You didn’t need to! I know you.”
“Foxx,” Wes started slowly. “Like I asked Harlow, can you remember your first memory?”
