As he paced his hallway every night, he tried to rationalize his decision. It sucked, but what else could he do? He couldn’t… he wasn’t the type of person that soul bonded. He couldn’t deal with that level of intimacy. And to someone like Milt? Milt, who had lied about everything since he had arrived, and who Russ still didn’t trust. How could he have bonded to someone like that? It was impossible. The doctors were wrong. He was just adjusting, and sooner or later, Milt would move on he would get back to normal. He hoped.