A mix of frantically thinking about what to say and wondering how he’d respond if I stayed silent went through my head--we’d had a conversation last week about how he often felt conflicted on whether to intervene when I stayed silent for long periods of time, how he didn’t want to interrupt my own natural process of seeing what turned up and what might emerge if I waited to speak, but also sometimes felt like he needed to say something in order to offer me something to grab hold of. I wasn’t sure whether this time I wanted him to intervene or not, but I felt hyperaware of the fact that he must be weighing the pros and cons, and maybe a little disappointed when he did come out and ask, “How are you feeling?”