I hold my breath. Usually this indicates that I have asked for something, something that I suspect will be refused. It may be to change the time of an appointment, it may be to add a detail to your description or it may be to tell me about a traumatic memory. I ask, not for myself, or at least that is what I tell myself. Partly it is for myself, for the relationship, for my own sense of doing good work, because we are stuck. But really I want to focus on how it is not for me.