"Now", - said Alfred, giving Matthew on of his happy smiles, - "I will give you some psychological tests that you should answer. Or, to make everything faster, I'll read the questions aloud and you just say the answers"

Matthew still couldn't get used to what he had been doing then and was so nervous (not because of all that psychological stuff, but because of the atmosphere) that could only mutter a slack "okay". His interlocutor nodded and opened one of his table's drawers. At that moment Matthew felt that it was a pity he couldn't see what inside the drawer because, frankly, he had never seen a psychotherapist in his whole life before, and so he became more and more interested in him, like a 10 year old child. But because of his character, Matthew rarely showed if he was interested in something and only listened attentively; sometimes even becoming totally invisible and all ears. Only one sign could 100% show that the young man's interested in the subject: his blue eyes behind the glasses really shone, not like they always shone with a lifeless and glass light. Although, no one could guess what he was thinking at that moment.

"Ah, got it!" - finally cried Alfred, getting a big black notebook and opening at the right page. - "First, I want you to answer the questionnaire, Matthew. Get ready!"

Matthew raised his head a little, but he still didn't look straightly at Alfred. Alfred began to read aloud.

"First question. What quality do you like most in yourself?" - he pronounced.

Matthew slowly looked at the ceiling, then at the floor again, then pretended that he was thinking hard with all his mind and only after that he shook his shoulders and said: "Honestly, I don't know" He really didn't. He thought about it as he thought about himself, or, generally, never.

Alfred raised his eyebrows in surprise. He looked at Matthew weirdly for a minute but then said: "Alright. Second question. What do you hate most about yourself?"

This time, Matthew looked at the table again. "Shyness", - he said quietly.

The psychotherapist went happy again. "Third question. What qualities do you like most in the men?"

It was Matthew's turn to get surprised. He never expected THAT question to be in psychological tests. The young man nearly jumped in his chair and thought as his face changed his colour from pale white to tomato red. "DO YOU THINK THAT I'M GAY?" – an almost angry cry escaped him, as the books on the table began to tremble.

"Not THAT loud, please" - Alfred started to speak in a comforting tone fast. - "I understand you, but you just didn't get the question, I think. We can screw it if you want"

Silence.

"Fourth question. What qualities do you like most in women?"

"Women?" - murmured Matthew. He could answer any questions but this one. Besides, he had his special weird thoughts about women that he thought Alfred would laugh at. - "Um... I don't know. I.. I never thought about women, really" - He spoke the truth. He just never had any time to think about women. Also, he was taught to think only about what's important to him at that time. Women or girls were not really important for him.

America's jaw dropped. "R-really?" - he could only say. - "I always thought everyone thinks about them. Haven't you even fallen in love?"

"No"

"I don't believe you!" - suddenly livened up Alfred. - "All people have fallen in love! You just don't want to tell me about this, right?"

Silence again. Matthew didn't know what he could answer to this. He never lied and just told everything like it was, so he couldn't say that he has something else to tell. And who knows what Alfred would think if he speaks up?

"I can't give you tests like this, Matthew", - Alfred finally said. - "You can't answer any of it properly"

Matthew sighed. "I- I just don't want to tell you everything", - he said quietly so his interlocutor hardly heard him.

"But why don't you trust me?" - wondered Alfred. - "I won't do anything bad to you, believe me! And I surely won't laugh at you!"

"I don't trust you because, eh... I don't know you at all. So I can't tell you everything, sorry." - Matthew said it roughly so that Alfred started of this unexpected sound.

Jones opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by a load opening of the door. Matthew quickly turned his head to see who's there.

A short thin young man of Alfred's age with blonde hair, green eyes and really thick eyebrows stood in front of the Alfred's table and stared at the room. Matthew noticed that he didn't seem rather happy of this sight and looked as he only noticed Alfred.

"Alfred, what a mess you have over here!" - the young man said rather angrily at last. - "I told you that you can't be a real psychotherapist! Still waiting for the clients, I suppose?"

"Check your eyesight, Artie" - laughed Alfred impudently. - "I have a client, and he's almost my friend!" - He turned to Matthew. -"Matthew, this is my friend, Arthur. As you heard from his accent, he's British".

"Nice to meet you, Matthew", - said Arthur and gave him a little smile. - "Sorry I haven't seen you at first. I hope to know you better. By the way, Alfred, I've brought you Chemistry books you've asked me. I've left them outside your cabinet"

Alfred looked at the clock in the mobile phone. "Matthew, you see, we and you all gotta go now. But I still haven't finished our session, so wait for me near my cabinet at 4 p.m. so we could finish. Now, see ya". - And both Alfred and Arthur got out of the cabinet. Matthew went out the last and closed the door.

From this minute, Matthew started to realize something has changed in him. He had a sudden feeling that there was something like a little explosion in his head, and all his previous standards and stereotypes broke into tiny pieces. Today, there was something else important for Matthew besides the university and his ordinary living. A person entered his small, untouchable, strange world and didn't want to get out of there. No, thought Williams, remembering Arthur, two people. But the first person that entered his world, Alfred, had done other things. For the first time, Matthew was asked some questions about himself, and someone got interested in him and wanted to know him more. For someone, Matthew started to be not "one of the students", but also "a client" and almost "a friend". The young man couldn't even dream about it before, and it's all real now.

And also, the most important thing of that all, was that Matthew was noticed. The young man pointed at that when he wrote about it in his diary. For the first time in his life he was a person and not the part of the crowd or a lifeless decoration.

"Kumajirou, can you see me?" - suddenly asked Matthew his bear.

He could swear he had seen that his bear had nodded.

A/N: Hi guys! Sorry I haven't updated this story for a very long time. You see, first, I've been to England and couldn't get a commputer there. Then, I couldn't write because of my depression. But now I feel very happy because of my birthday (it's today!) And, this chapter isn't beta-ed again because my beta was really busy.

Thank you, the awesome people who reviewed: Lucky-Angel135, kenpachi-sama, Hellathedeath and Naruta13!