raindrops keep falling on my head

eeyore. formerly from the hundred acre woods. currently suffering from major depressive disorder. patient at rogue vengeance asylum.

[alwaysawakealice]

Alice wasn’t being her social self lately. At first, it was because of the small cold she had. She didn’t want to pass it unto anyone because that dreadfully rude, so she stayed in bed and waited for it to pass. Then it was her dreams. Instead of them just being set in Wonderland, they morphed, combing the hospital and Wonderland into one big mess. It was horrifying, twisted, and everyone here was disfigured somehow and coming after her. Alice would be waking up trembling, too scared to leave her covers. Unfortunately, she could only hide in her room so long before the doctors got to her. She has been having intense therapy sessions, trying to make sense of what was real and what was just her nightmares. It was awful, really, and was starting to really drain Alice.

After two weeks of this, Alice decided that enough was certainly enough and that she needed to talk to someone before she went mad even further. So she went to the common room, determined to talk to someone. The real problem was once she got there, she wasn’t sure who to talk to. There were more people in there then she was used to and it made her a little uncomfortable. She surveys the room, looking for someone who looked friendly enough. When she spots a  person not really interacting with anyone, she takes a deep breath and walks over to them. “Are you alright?” she asks, a little softer than normal. “I mean…you seem like you have a lot on your mind and…I’m sorry, if I’m bothering you….”

[raincloudeeyore-blog]

Eeyore, his face pale and sorrowful, looked up at the girl who'd spoken nearby the couch where he was sitting. He glanced around before looking back up at her. "Me?" he asked uncertainly. "Err... no. I mean, you're not bothering me, if it was me you were talking to..." He wasn't really alright, but he didn't particularly want to talk about it. It was just a bad day. Bad days happened. Still, the girl seemed kind. "...Do you wanna sit down?"

[thumperdoesntlivehere-blog]

Thumper buried his face in his arms, curling himself into a protective ball as Eeyore spoke. It must have been a residual rabbit thing, but his ears seemed to perk as he listened to his friend. Eeyore was his friend and it was so clear in the way he was now trying to look after him. 

The scar on Thumper’s back sometimes seared with the pain of old wounds. He had a constant reminder of his life before the asylum and the tragic horror that he managed to live through. He hadn’t escaped unscathed— that scar ached and it felt like a weight. He was carrying the burden of living every day when people he cared about were dead. He hated it and the way it clung to his back like a leech. Now, in the wake of his breakdown with Eeyore, it stung all the more sharply. 

"—Brothers?" Thumper sniffed, slowly lifting his head up and looking at Eeyore. "I’ve always—wanted a brother," he admitted, his voice still raspy from crying. The rabbit had come from a family of girls and his Father wasn’t around, so he was the man of the house. He’d been taking care of his sisters from quite a young age and they were always close, but sometimes he felt like the odd one out of his family. Sometimes he wanted to talk to someone who understood him.

No, there wasn’t anything his friend could do. Not really. It was enough that he was here and that they could talk or just sit. He was so grateful for that. His fingers picked and tugged at the frayed edges of his shirt as he looked back down in his lap, contemplating something. He licked his lips and pushed himself up off the bed and stood in front of his friend. “Can I — Can I show you something?” He asked quietly, chewing on the inside of his cheek and making eye contact again. 

[raincloudeeyore-blog]

As Eeyore spoke, Thumper seemed to curl up even more. Eeyore kept talking anyway, hoping he was doing more help than harm. 

"Yeah, brothers," repeated Eeyore, watching as Thumper sniffed and lifted his head. He lifted his lips in a small half-smile. It was too serious of a situation to be happy, but Thumper's words definitely gave him a little hope. They at least proved that Thumper was listening to him. "I have, too." Or any family, at this point. But a brother was something he'd wanted for a long time. Someone to depend on, care about, share with. A brother would have been nice. And Thumper, especially, would have been a good one. 

Eeyore watched closely as Thumper seemed to think seriously about something before moving off his bed to stand in front of him. "Yeah, of course, if you want to," said Eeyore, meeting Thumper's eyes, unsure of what Thumper was going to show him. But if his friend wanted to share it, he'd look. 

[theroguerunner-deactivated20140]

Tramp wasn’t to keen on staying inside all day, but the thunderstorm raging on outside made it difficult for him to do so. So he was doing what he did best instead, causing trouble. Flicking his lighter open, he lit one of his cigarettes as he stared at the fence around the asylum. He wanted to leave, now more than ever. It had been too long since he was able to be his own person. It was hard to do that here with all the staff around. He wanted to live on the streets again. Gamble, steal, lie. It sounded sweeter and sweeter the more he thought about it. The rain be damned. He would try and escape right now.

"I’m getting the fuck outta here."

[raincloudeeyore-blog]

Eeyore watched Tramp, cautiously and from a safe distance. He had been curled up in a chair, brooding and watching the storm rage outside when he'd noticed Tramp standing there, messing with his lighter and his cigarettes. As Tramp spoke up, Eeyore scoffed. "Go right ahead," he said under his breath. He certainly wouldn't miss the violent young man. If he ran off, good for him. It'd be a win-win situation for everyone around.

[raincloudeeyore-blog]

Celebrations

[myoldbonyself]

Jack returned the high-five happily. “Thank you. Got nervous there for a second.” He added a chuckle at the end of that. He DID catch onto things rather quickly but this was more or less a game of luck.

"Fiiiiine," Jack teased. "And yes, great fun. Thank you, Eeyore."

[raincloudeeyore-blog]

"Thank you, for talking me into playing. Now, go... enjoy your giant rabbit," Eeyore said with a proper laugh. "I'll see you around, Jack." He waved before disappearing into the crowd of carnival-goers in order to return to his people-watching. 

[raincloudeeyore-blog]

Celebrations

[rose-and-mirror-blog]

"Oh, just a few people here and there.  I’m sure I’ll meet everyone eventually.  Getting to know them is a different story," she gave a light laugh," although this carnival does help a little.  It’s a bit of an invitation to get to know each other and have a good time."

[raincloudeeyore-blog]

"It is," Eeyore agreed. He only paused slightly before adding, "So, people getting to know each other... although I still only know your name. Care to tell me who you are, Belle? Unless you have games to play or food to eat, then by all means, go for it." Eeyore was just content to sit and talk, though he didn't want to keep her from the fun.

[raincloudeeyore-blog]

Celebrations

[rose-and-mirror-blog]

She smiled,” A bit new is, I’ve been here long enough but only just started trying talking to other people.  It’s easy to get a little lost in your own rooms and your own things sometimes.”    She gave a small shrug,” Are there a lot of people I’ve missed?  Your still meeting people makes it seem like there are many, perhaps quite a few, I’ve yet to run into.”

[raincloudeeyore-blog]

"I know what you mean. I didn't leave my room for the longest time after I got here," said Eeyore giving Belle a small smile. "I don't know - I can't tell whether or not you've missed a lot of people if I don't know who you've met already. Who have you met, out of curiosity?"

[raincloudeeyore-blog]

Celebrations

[myoldbonyself]

Jack smiled. “That giant bunny. I’m pretty sure my friend would love it.” He answered. He rolled again. 50! Just one more 50……. aaaaaaaaand. Boom. 50! “YES!”

The carny looked at him, asking what his prize was. “The big bunny please. The REALLY big one.” The man handed it to him and Jack turned to Eeyore.

"Have you changed your mind yet? Decided on another game or anything?" He asked with a small bit of hope but no hint of expectation…. or pressure.

[raincloudeeyore-blog]

"Ah." Eeyore looked up at the giant stuffed animal. It was adorable. "Yeah, I'm sure they would." He started chewing on his thumbnail when Jack scored a 50 again, hoping he could get three in a row. When Jack exclaimed in triumph, Eeyore reached out to give him a high-five, a grin on his face. "Very impressive."

He couldn't help but let out a short laugh as Jack held the giant rabbit. "No, I think one was enough. None of the others look as exciting, anyway. But it was fun, wasn't it?"

[nolongeraurora-deactivated20150]

He made her laugh, the melody of it on the wind while she thought of his words. Infuriating but nice. Aurora never really had been infuriated, ever. There really wasn’t an angry bone in the princesses body. “I’ve never really had many people to talk to — it is nice to have so many milling around.”

Watching his movements like she’d been told, Aurora was basically beaming when he offered her the bracelet. Slipping it onto her delicate wrist she leaned over, kissing his cheek with a soft laugh. “It’s beautiful, monsieur Eeyore, thank you.” 

[raincloudeeyore-blog]

"This is just the right place for you, then," he said with a smile, unable to help the touch of sarcastic enthusiasm that entered his voice. "People everywhere! Just watch out or they'll end up somewhere you don't want them. Like your room. I know, because that's happened. But yeah, like I said. It's mostly nice."

Aurora seemed pleased by the dandelion bracelet. "It's nothing." His cheeks turned pink. "They're really easy to make. And prettier with real flowers instead of weeds, but I think picking these flowers would be frowned upon." He didn't think whoever gardened the garden would take it too kindly if all the flowers started disappearing. Suddenly, he frowned. "You're not allergic to dandelions or anything, are you?"

[raincloudeeyore-blog]

Celebrations

[thumperdoesntlivehere-blog]

Thumper dug into the plate of potato salad. It really was delicious. He was so focused on the meal, he almost didn’t hear Eeyore speak, but for his slightly enhanced rabbit hearing. He shrugged lightly. It didn’t seem all that different to him. Well, it did, but he didn’t feel any different. He was still Thumper and he had still lost his whole family in a tragic fire. That fact didn’t change because it was the fourth of July.

"I don’t know— I guess," he said, swallowing another bite of the potato salad and wiping a hand across his mouth. This really was nice, but a part of him preferred the quiet, mundane atmosphere of the asylum. It was comfortable. He was used to it. All this energy and excitement had his nerves on edge, but he supposed once in awhile this was a good change. He finally put the empty plate of potato salad on the ground beside him. "I guess I was hungrier— than I thought. Sorry, Eeyore," he said. "I can go get more— if you want?"   

[raincloudeeyore-blog]

Eeyore stared at the empty plate for a moment before breaking into a short laugh. "I guess you were," he agreed. "Don't worry about it. Unless you want more yourself, that is." He glanced up at the sky, which was slowly depending to oranges and pinks. "It's nice out here, you know? I haven't spent this much time outside in one day in... ages."

[raincloudeeyore-blog]

Celebrations

[myoldbonyself]

Jack smiled, scratching his head. He tired to remember every bowling, PE and physics lesson ever. Ball one. He concentrated and rolled it up with a good force. 50!

"YyyyyyyyyyyYES! Now if I can just get THAT two more times-" He muttered, not realizing he’d spoken.

He looked at Eeyore with a smile. “This IS a rather thrilling game.” 

[raincloudeeyore-blog]

Eeyore clapped enthusiastically when Jack managed to score a 50 on his first roll. "Good job," he told the man. "Two more times? What are you aiming for?" Maybe there was a prize Jack was trying to win. 

[raincloudeeyore-blog]

Prompt: What is Love?

"What do you think about love?"

"Love?" Eeyore scrunched up his nose at the word. "Why does it matter?" He'd been doing so well lately, especially because of the carnival and all of the festivities, and hadn't been looking forward to this session in the slightest. Talking about things never made them better, only worse.

"Come now," Doctor Hook admonished. "You know these sessions are a lot less painless if you answer my questions without complaining."

Eeyore didn't particularly think that questioning him was the same thing as complaining, but he kept his mouth shut. The doctor continued. "Love's pretty important, you know. What kind of love do you remember from when you were growing up?"

"My grandparents, but you know that," said Eeyore slowly. He talked about his grandparents in every session. Surely Hook didn't want to hear about all that again. 

He shook his head. "I'm talking specifics here. Can you give me concrete moments, memories?"

Eeyore sat in silence for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts. Concrete memories. Those were the ones that hurt the most - those memories that were tangible, emotions he once felt so strongly and knew he could never feel again now that they were past. "Yeah," he started out cautiously. "Alright. Uh. My birthday, when I was six, or seven? I wanted to have a birthday party, y'know, because everyone else had had one and I didn't really like parties but I didn't want my friends to think I was weird. Parties made nervous and I didn't like to be the center of attention. I didn't even want to plan it, so I let my gran do it. Turns out my grandparents invited everyone over to our house for supper. Everyone was there, but it just felt like a special meal, not a real party. It was perfect." He gave a sad little smile at the memory. "Gran cooked beans and potatoes, and granddad told all of us his stories from when he was a kid, everything he got up to with the other old folks in Hartfield when they weren't so old. And they'd told my friends not to bring presents, 'cause they knew that'd make me uncomfortable. And afterwards, they took us out to the Hundred Acre Wood to look at the stars, like we always did, but it was extra special just because it was my birthday." 

"That's really good, Eeyore. Sounds like your friends loved you just as much as your grandparents did. Try to remember that, hmmm?" Hook hummed, referring to Eeyore's current conflicted feelings about his Hundred Acre friends. Sometimes, he missed them more than anything, but other times, he was convinced they weren't really his friends at all. He was upset that they'd made him come here, angry that the didn't let him be, heartbroken that they hadn't contacted him since he'd been there... "But maybe that's something to come back to later. Do you have another example? From when you were older, maybe?"

Eeyore closed his eyes and covered his face with his hands. Why were these sessions so long? And with so many questions? "Fine, okay. About two years ago. I was always rubbish at fishing, even though it was my granddad's favorite thing to do. He... he was supposed to go out with one of his old mates who was in town just for the weekend, but I'd not had such a great week. I didn't..." he struggled to explain. "I didn't feel as down as I did after, but not great, y'know? I dunno. I didn't say anything about it to him, but somehow he figured it out. So he invited me to go fishing with him instead. We went out on the river for a whole day, just him and me. He spent, god, hours trying to teach me how to do it properly, and didn't complain for a second. And we talked about the woods, and politics, and music... and I didn't even realize he was just trying to distract me until we'd gotten back, and I felt better."

"Why was that love?"

Eeyore opened his eyes and sat up, unable to conceive how Doctor Hook didn't understand. "He gave up his whole day for me. No one wants to teach a dimwit how to fish," he huffed. "But he did, even though I didn't ask for it or even know I needed it. He was there for me. Just like always." He bit his lip and tried not to think about how granddad wasn't there for him anymore. 

"What about other kinds of love, Eeyore?"

"Aren't we done talking about this yet?" Eeyore quickly cut in, exasperated. "I don't..." he trailed off. He was unsure how to voice his growing discomfort.  

Hook chuckled. "I know why you're unhappy with this conversation, or at least, I can guess. Sometimes people who are depressed find it hard to believe that others can love them. I'm simply trying to get a feel for how you're doing in that respect. Do you think someone else could love you?" 

Eeyore remained silent.

"Eeyore..."

"I dunno," he said quietly, crossing his arms defensively. He didn't want to talk about this.

The doctor leaned forward. "Sometimes it's not even about whether people can love them but whether they deserve that love." Hook paused for dramatic effect. "Talk to me about that. And then we'll be done for the day, I promise."

Eeyore sighed. The faster he got this over with, the better. "I don't know what you want me to say. I don't have a lot of experience in the romantic love department," he said, rolling his eyes. "I've never been in love, as people say. Even though there's a girl here... well, I fancy her, a bit. We're friends though, and she doesn't see me as more than that." He ran a hand through his hair. "Which is fine, I don't want to ruin everything anyway. But it's not being in love, I don't think, at least not yet, maybe not ever." His feelings were there, he knew, but they'd wither away eventually. He was sure that he'd be fine with them just being friends, though whether he was lying to himself or not, he didn't quite know. 

"And as for whether or not I deserve love," he continued, disdain for the phrase dripping from his tongue. "Why would I?" As soon as the words left his mouth, Eeyore knew that was the wrong answer. He was supposed to say that of course he deserved love, everyone deserved love, he was even trying to embrace the most important type of love, and that was self-love, which he deserved. But really, that was a load of hogwash, in his opinion.

He kept talking. "I dunno. Whether it's romantic or not, barring the question of who in their right mind would ever love me in the first place, why would I deserve it? I haven't done anything to earn it. I'm not an extraordinarily kind person. I'm not overly helpful. I'm not optimistic in the slightest. I think that last one's the one that really puts the nail in the coffin, you know. No one wants to be around a rain cloud. And even if they did, for some reason, they'd get sick of it. Like my friends back home," he couldn't help but bring up again.

"They probably sent me here because they were sick of me. They didn't want to deal with my shit anymore. Who would? They'd have to put up with my complaining, and my gloominess, and my bad moods. One day they might find my dead body, you know? I think that's what they were most afraid of, why they sent me here. No one wants to put up with that. Not even 'cause they'd miss me. But 'cause they'd think it was their fault, feel guilty, and all that. But no matter how much someone might love me, it's not gonna change the fact that my brain is fucked up." Eeyore didn't usually swear, but no other words would do. "Still I'd do that to people, make them feel bad about themselves that they can't make me want to live properly."

He shook his head. "No, that's not right, people shouldn't even care that much about me. They wouldn't. No one would, I'm not worth it in the slightest. I don't know," he rambled, his words picking up speed as they fell from his lips. "If someone ever fell in love with me - which they wouldn't because of everything I mentioned earlier - I can't imagine they'd stay in love for long. And even if they were, they don't deserve that, to be stuck with me.

And friends might love me, in a friendly sort of way, though I don't know why, and I can't stop that if they do for some odd reason, but that doesn't mean that I believe they're right to. It wouldn't make sense and it wouldn't be fair and it wouldn't even make a difference anyway. I thought my old friends loved me but they sent me away. My grandparents loved me but now they're dead. I love my friends here but I can't help them. I'm useless. If I love people or they love me, it doesn't matter. I'm never gonna stop being miserable, or making other people miserable, and everyone's gonna die in the end, and it just... doesn't matter. Nothing matters, alright?" 

He stopped, out of breath, and sunk further into the couch. Why on earth had he said all of that out loud? Why couldn't he just keep his mouth shut? Idiot. 

"Thank you for your honesty, Eeyore," said Hook sincerely, looking at Eeyore with concern. He hadn't expected such a rant from such a typically subdued patient. And he had definitely mentioned some worrying subjects. Hook didn't particularly want to let him go for the day in this state of mind, but he thought that in this case, perhaps, continuing would only make things worse. "I did make a promise... you can go ahead and go. But please think about what I said earlier." 

Eeyore slipped out of the man's office and headed straight for his room, where he planned on hiding under his blankets for the remainder of the afternoon, his previous words running circles around in his slowly darkening mind. 

[nolongeraurora-deactivated20150]

She took in his answer, nodding with a little grin. “I do.” It was simple and startlingly truthful answer, but honestly the woman wouldn’t complain about her situation. The asylum was safe, and inherently, it was all she wanted. “I’m glad you’re not lonely, it would be a terrible thing for you to be lonely in a place like this.” She plucked a blade of grass and twirled it through her fingers as he was. 

[raincloudeeyore-blog]

"I'm glad," he said. It wouldn't do for everyone to be miserable. He nodded when she talked about not being lonely. "There's always someone to talk to here... even if they don't want to. Or you don't want to. Which is sometimes infuriating, but generally nice."

When she started copying his motions with the blades grass, he smiled. "Here, look..." Eeyore plucked a few of the dandelions within reach and tied them together to make a bracelet. "A welcome-to-here gift," he said, offering it to her. He hadn't made one of those in forever, though he and his friends used to do that all the time, but he felt like Aurora-Rose might like it, so it couldn't hurt. 

[theyoungest-tremaine-deactivate]

Anastasia hadn’t realized the chairs along the common room was occupied until she had head a voice coming from one of them. “Oh,” she said with a surprised squeak. Her cheeks flushed slightly pink, wishing she hadn’t mumbled aloud like that, even if it meant she was now technically socializing with another patient. 

"It was, uh, nothing," she quickly uttered out, doing terribly to hide her embarrassment. "I’m just… I’m not used to being out of my room, but got to follow the Doctor’s orders." Anastasia mustered up a faint smile. She hated how forced she was acting, but she knew if she wanted to get better and get out, she needed to take this step. 

[raincloudeeyore-blog]

Clearly the girl hadn't seen Eeyore sitting there, since she seemed surprised to hear him speak up. He felt a bit guilty for overhearing what she'd said when she obviously hadn't meant for anyone to pay attention to it - she looked terribly embarrassed.

"It's not so bad out here once you get used to it," he told her off-handedly. His first week, he'd hardly moved from his bedroom either. "How long were you in your room before they made you come out here?"

[raincloudeeyore-blog]

Celebrations

[myoldbonyself]

Jack laughed and shook his head. He pointed at the socket. “Not that easy, Eeyore. You still have three more to go.” He looked hard at the sockets though. If he aimed for the 50 three times…. That should work. “Nice try though.” He said, teasingly, reverting his attention back to his friend.

[raincloudeeyore-blog]

"Oh," Eeyore replied, looking down at the balls he had yet to throw. He smiled wryly. "i guess I didn't pay enough attention yesterday." He took up the second ball and hoisted it towards the game - and somehow, he managed to get it into the 50 mark. He gave a little shout. That was exciting. "Alright, last one." His last one didn't end up going so well - it bounced against the side and lost momentum, barely making it to the end for zero points. Still... "That was fun," he said. "And I didn't even completely fail." He laughed. "Your turn, for real this time."

[raincloudeeyore-blog]

Celebrations

[myoldbonyself]

When Jack finally got Eeyore over to the skee-ball area, ready to play in the lane next to him. He looked up and saw some of the prizes. One in particular stood out. large bunny. VERY large. Mabe it caught his eye because he’d only met Thumper a few days back. He hadn’t seen him around…. would he want the souvenir? Jack smiled, already setted on getting it for him. What WOULD he have to do to win that though?

150 points?….. He could manage that… maybe.

Then he looked back down at the lanes. Only one was open. Jack turned to Eeyore with a smile though. “I don’t mind taking turns. You first though.” He said with signature skeleton grin.

[raincloudeeyore-blog]

Eeyore situated himself at the skee-ball center in the lane next to Jack. The circle things that designated the points seemed so far away - much father than he remembered when he was watching yesterday. Ah, well. It didn't really matter whether he scored any points or not.

"Yeah, let's take turns," Eeyore agreed. It'd be a shame if they couldn't watch each other. "Alright... let's see how this goes." He took the first ball and aimed it up the lane before pitching it into a forward roll. It just had enough momentum to reach the lowest scoring section, the one marked 25. "It made it," he exclaimed in surprise. "Well, your turn now."

[thumperdoesntlivehere-blog]

Thumper stared at Eeyore. He didn’t know if he could voice exactly what he meant. He didn’t think Eeyore would understand that it wasn’t something he simply felt. It was something he knew with every fibre of his being. “I—should be…” he started and then paused for a long time. He buried his face in his hands, worried that he would start crying again or worse; He was afraid he might hurt himself. 

His fingers tangled in his hair and he pulled on the strands to distract himself. He took several deep breaths before looking up at Eeyore again. “—Dead,” he admitted, after another moment, licking his lips. “I — should be dead,” he repeated, shaking.   

[raincloudeeyore-blog]

Eeyore's concern grew as Thumper got more and more agitated. He bit his lip, unsure of what to do. But there was nothing he could really do or say until he heard Thumper's answer. 

And then - "I -- should be dead." 

Eeyore's heart began to burn, painfully. He felt the heat rise up through the back of his throat. He should probably be asking, why would you think that? Or, do you really believe that? But unfortunately, he thought he knew what Thumper meant. And it hurt him, to think of what might be running through his new friend's head. 

"You shouldn't," he said. "You really shouldn't." He took a deep breath before continuing. "What happened to your family - it wasn't your fault. Please don't think that. And I know what you mean, okay?" He wasn't sure if he was reading Thumper wrong or not, but at this point, it was better to jump right in rather than regret not saying anything later. "I know... what it feels like. To think you were better off dead? Or... wishing you were dead, even. But you..." Eeyore hated himself for it, but his hands began to tremble slightly as well. "...you really shouldn't be. Dead, I mean. I'm glad you aren't, is what I'm trying to say. Which doesn't mean much, but, there it is.

I don't really have any advice. Just... y'know, I'm here? I guess. It sounds stupid. But we're alike. Different, too, but also alike. And I... in another life, you could have been my brother," he couldn't help but saying. "Anyway. I should stop talking. Just... is there anything I can do? Anything at all, really." 

[insane-little-doll-deactivated2]

"Oh, I don’t know with your high cheek bones and beautiful eyes, I’m sure you can pull it off just fine. Besides it’s all about confidence as long as you feel comfortable about yourself." She smiled and swayed around in her dress. "Hmm I try not to be in closed up locations unless I have to be. Which is why I’m normally outside somewhere…there is not telling where I was, I don’t even know where I am some times. I’m sorry." She reached out and patted his arm, "Oh…talking to people, wondering around, I had a session with Hench. Nothing exciting I’m sure." 

[raincloudeeyore-blog]

"Right, yeah, well," stuttered Eeyore, turning slightly pink in the face. "I still think I'll pass. But thanks for the offer." He listened as Sally explained that she preferred being in open places, like outdoors. That would explain it - of all the places he looked, he didn't think to check the gardens outside. When she said that even she didn't know where she was at times, he didn't know if she was being serious or not. Something about her words always sounded so dreamy and unreal. "Same here, I suppose. Talked to anyone interesting?" he asked. He didn't particularly want to get into talking about sessions and things. But talking about talking about people, he could do that.