[Fascinating. One might expect a man of Bruce's history and character to offer sartorial advice, or to engage in a simple game of word association. Clearly neither are intriguing him here and now so what is?

Crane seeks the answer by turning his gaze inward. People notice his miniscule height (which he would call average) and his blue eyes, but Bruce is staring past both to the invisible man beneath. But in doing so he has made himself, the pun almost makes him smile, visible.

His face remains emotionless and distant.]

The body is the visibility of the soul. One could claim a visible man such as you is comfortable enough in his skin - in his mind and being - that he has no need for therapy.

[His voice flits from point to point, less interested in scoring a point than in discussing theory.]

So either you are wrong and desperately need to be here, or you are lying and are here for another reason.

[Lying to his therapist. Lying to himself.]