There were questions you just didn’t ask. Personal experience and multiple, borderline ‘therapy for dummies’ textbooks on his shelf had taught him that. He’d spent a lot of time on that, trying to figure out how to effectively….Listen to everybody he was supposed to be supporting. Which wasn’t really hard for him, not really. If anything, he cared too much, even if he wouldn’t admit it out loud. The hard part was getting people to open up, to want to talk. Asking ‘are you okay’, ‘how are you feeling’, that shit was counterproductive. But he never had to ask her those questions in the first place. And honestly, he felt wished they were all a little more like her.
Bree sat in ‘the chair’, the one he’d gotten to put in his room when it was apparent that he really wanted to try at all of this. “What if we took everybody to the beach? I can stop the rain in favor of some sunshine.” Reese’s attention was still on his computer as she made herself comfortable. Straightening up, he swiveled his chair in her direction and reached to run a hand through his hair as he sucked in a breath. “I feel like we could need use some ‘bonding’ right now, don’t you?” The smile that graced his lips was sarcastic in nature. That was an understatement, and also really playing down how worried he felt about the lot of them in their current predicament. @beer-me-strcngth