Robbie contemplated his next course of action as Thomas tried to guess his disorder. He certainly didn't want to reveal his hand this early on, but then again, it seemed like the other already knew about his psychopathy. It was likely that Thomas had the same thing as him, as well. In the end, he decided to keep it under wraps, at least for now. He casually reached into his mind for a viable excuse before opening his mouth to speak. His words were tinged with a sufficiently sullen tone to solidify his statement. "Alexithymia, actually. Not really a mental disorder. But Papa would do anything to keep his grubby hands on the company."
It wasn't a complete lie. Alexithymia was characterised by the sufferer's inability to identify their emotions. And his father had indeed wanted to send him away. He had learned what all skilled liars register if they’re ever to make a career of it: always appropriate as much of the truth as possible. And however short, his tale was laced with elegant touches: Using "Papa" when he had previously eschewed the cutesy sobriquet lent his story a cuddly, affectionate cast that fantastically belied the real story.
Meanwhile, Thomas had mentioned how he had ADD. To be honest, he didn't think it true, at all. But that was mostly because he knew the signs of psychopathy when he saw them. It was like looking into a funhouse mirror, the way Thomas' qualities seemed a distorted version of his own. But for now, he was happy to keep the rest of them in the dark, he was curious as to how things would unfold.