Dirk didn't know the last time he'd been so friggin excited.
He'd been feeling better, getting around and holding down food, and after Loli and Rox's multiple visits, he knew that he could handle having people over.
So naturally, he scheduled a therapy visit.
It took him the better part of two days to clean the living room with multiple stops for breath and frantic searches for hiding places for personal items that could make the patient uncomfortable. You had to strike a happy balance with home visits. Enough to make them feel welcome, but not enough to make them feel like an outsider. Then he'd spent some time at the clinic getting caught up on the patient's paperwork, learning his name and his medical history. Dave Strider, that had surprised him a bit. But given that he'd known at least five alts of his baby brother, he didn't figure it'd be a huge deal.
Leaving instructions with Julie at the desk to send Dave to his house once the teen had finished his paperwork, Dirk made his way home. He could barely sleep that night, so excited to be doing his job again.
That was part of the reason that Dave's immediate pained look of shock when he opened the door startled Dirk so much. He blinked, his smile wavering.
"Um, hi. I'm Dirk, why don't ya come on in and make yourself comfortable? We'll get started in a few minutes. Can I make you somethin t'drink?"
