Self Improvement
Self improvement was one thing Lear never slacked on, not that he slacked on much to begin with, honestly. But through all his years of studying psychology and sociology, the importance of working on your own faults and soothing your fears had been hammered in and he wasn't going to try and convince himself his reactions in the last few days were not signs he needed to sit down and school himself once more.
So he had pulled out all his old journals - they had been stored in the Silvermoon bank when he stopped by the city after the boot from Dalaran - and all his new ones and set to reading. It was an odd process, analyzing his own feelings and misgivings; writing down what he should do, instead of a client. Even trying to read the journals like they were some artifact he had unearthed didn't unseat the feeling of strangeness… would his biases change how he would instruct himself? Probably. Did he want them to? … No, no he did not.
He spent hours - at least - pouring over those eight journals; all laid out on the grass around him in the woods as he jotted down notes and mumbled to himself.
His lack of sexual experience makes him nervous in such situations, waning confidence outside of studies and emotions, over worried as of late, needs better ways to communicate wishes and wants.
As he closes the last journal and carefully stacks them all, he sighs, shoulders drooping. More things to fix and work on than expected. Two things to improve, he had been ready for. But four? That felt like so much more than he could handle…
He would handle it. He would and nothing would stop that… he wanted, he needed to work on this. For the sake of maintaining a healthy relationship with Sath and Ris... for the sake of staying healthy, himself.
"First thing's first…" he mumbles, porting away the journals with a wave of his hand. "Confidence and communication… I can do that."