"So a loony bin," Max says, even though he's been in Darrow long enough to know nobody really calls it that anymore. It's 'therapy.' And hell, he's known people who talked about going to therapists, talking about their problems with a shrink.

The fucked up part of it is, even though he decided a long time ago that he didn't give a shit what he thought, the first thing that pops into Max's head is the look that'd be on his dad's face if he knew.