“There’s nothing wrong with therapy, it’s helped me.” James shrugged, because he guessed deep down he did think it would help his brother to talk to someone. He had been on a mission for so long, he had been assumed dead by many as that’s what it was made to look like, he hardly imagined that would be something easy to come back from. “What’s more important then building a team of supportive people around you?” James asked, because he didn’t know what he’d do if he didn’t have people like Marcus or Mars for him to lean on. “He is my child and I won’t let anyone tell me otherwise.” James looked for any collars or tags, shaking his head. “Doesn’t look like it- might be best to take him to a vet’s first. See if he’s chipped, don’t want to be accused of dognapping.”
“Never said there was anything wrong with it but I was trying to confirm that it was what you were suggesting which by your response it was.” Nathaniel didn’t know how comfortable he felt about that but it was still an option he supposed. “And who exactly do you believe I should start making this team out of? A dog and a therapist?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. Still, at least the dog was cute, he couldn’t say the same about a therapist. “Let’s get him to the vets. If he has got an owner, they’re probably worried by now.”
