If I didn’t want to, I wouldn’t have offered. I want to go and make sure you don’t vanish for another month. I’ll bring something to do, don’t worry. -furrows her brow- Don’t think like that. Don’t get used to that, people should care about you. You’re worth something. Really though Scout, I’m happy you’re here and I’m glad you’re okay.
I wont. I promise. If I even start feeling remotely like I did before I’ll come straight to you. -smiles slightly once again; I can’t help but get use to crap like that. After dealing with all the shit that is my father it’s better to accept it then not to.
I’ll go with you if you want? I mean, I obviously can’t sit in the meetings, but I can sit outside the door. That way you know I’m there. Maybe that will help? -sighs and squeezes his hand- That’s awful… Scout, I’ll always be happy to see you. Don’t think otherwise okay?
Only if you want to Tannor. I don’t want it to seem like I’m making you do boring things for me when you have better things you could be doing. -shrugs slightly; I’ve gotten use to it so it doesn’t bother me that much anymore. -smiles, nodding slightly; I’ll try not to.
Panic, we should really look into getting you more therapy or meds. I mean, if your attacks are that bad you know? -smiles and swings their hands back and forth- Positive. I love when you’re around.
Well maybe since I’ve been able to leave my room now I’ll see a doctor or therapist more often. Okay? -blushes faintly at her words; Well you’re the first in a while to actually be happy to have me around.
-grabs his hand and links up their fingers- Come on, we’re going to the kitchen. I’ll make you a home cooked meal. It may not be amazing, but I sure as hell can try. You’re never a bother Scout.
I’m sure you’re a better cook then I am. Everything winds up burnt cause I can’t focus long enough between attacks. -smiles slightly, squeezing her hand lightly; Are you sure I’m not?
How did you eat or … Scout. -sighs- Why didn’t you tell me? I would have come and brought you movies or something.
I didn’t eat much besides some crackers I had stashed in my room. And I didn’t want to bother you….I’m sorry…
Where have you been? ISO? I’ve missed your face around the halls.
Believe it or not I was just locked up in my room. Once bad panic attack after another.
I feel like this will backfire terribly.
Yes, really. Panic disorder really stinks.