[For a moment there, I almost got fooled. You're getting better at this,] came the voice in Asher's head as he maintained his composed smile, pushing the wheelchair through a corridor after they'd exited the elevator. They'd arrived at a door marked with elegant script.
"Let me just get my card. I'll be quick," Natalia said, placing her hand on the knob. A soft clicking sound echoed, and the door swung open automatically. She rolled inside while Asher waited in the hallway.
As the door closed behind her, he leaned against it casually. I've been thinking deeply about what you said, he thought.
[Concerning what?]
About my display of emotions... I can't portray what I can't feel, right?
[Right... So?]
I found a solution to the problem.
[A solution? How?] The voice sounded genuinely confused. It was certain Asher's emotions were still fully restrained. Aside from the incident with that trigger—the young woman they'd spoken to—there should be no other way to access those feelings.
