Gary had never had therapy in his life, unless one counted the hench recovery group he tried the first time the cocoon was destroyed. Which was a failure, as he convinced all those other henches to go back to their rogues.

"I think it started out as stress..." He looked a little guilty as he looked up. "I kept his skull for a few years... and still have the glove he died in. I carry it when I think I might die on a job. Kind of like good luck. He's never looked dead, kind of just like he's there making commentary."

Motioning to the counter where he kept glaring randomly. "He's saying that I should have kept my mouth shut... Even Malcolm and Shelia don't know about this. Well, besides the glove, Shelia knows that." And so did not approve.