It isn't like that. Raina. [The benefit of being a professional psychiatrist and highly intimidate with his girlfriend: Chilton could decipher her silent glances. He averted his gaze for a few seconds before looking back to meet her eyes again, his mouth twitching between something of a smile and a cringe. A perfect paradox. She was doing this for him in multiple ways, he understood. He appreciated.

The only snag in such a selfless exhibition was the subject.]

Jeff is just a friend. Any sexual fluidity is deeply repressed and unlikely to emerge for fear of destabilizing his painstakingly crafted machismo self-image.

[A beat.]

Isn't that right, Jeff?