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Adam rolled his eyes at Ryland's words, and stood from his chair, much like he was leaving from the entire ordeal. Instead, he followed Andrew's footsteps around the corner, and came to a stop as he recognized the coiled up man against the wall.

Andrew shook his head as he tapped on the wall next to the thermostat. He frowned at the amount of dust that had accumulated on the top of the little box, and his mind almost refused to allow him to touch it. He flexed his hand and reached toward the box, but couldn't do it. Growling, he retracted his hand, and let out a sigh, leaning his head against the wall.

"You know, we're allowed to help you too, man.", Adam almost whispered, taking a step toward Andrew. The older man whipped around, his eyes wide as he tried to think up some sort of lie to make himself appear less weak. After a few seconds, his shoulders fell and he scooted to the side.

Adam smirked and walked toward him, slapping a hand on his back as he did so. Andrew tensed, and let out a loud breath through his nose, to which Adam quietly apologized for touching him. Adam reached forward, and turned the air up a bit, making the temperature warmer for the rest of the group, and then he turned to Andrew.

"Wanna grab a smoke?", he asked him. Andrew stared for a second, and then shook his head.

"That's not a good idea, with the group we have here. You shouldn't do it either."

"Says the mentor with a pack of American Spirits hanging out of his pocket..After this is over, we should hang out. It won't kill you, I promise. We can stay here, for neutral ground. I know how the whole OCD thing works. If you come to my house, it could be dirty. If I come to your house, I may contaminate something with my dirty hands. So, neutral…", Adam explained, trying his best to connect to SOMEONE here.

Andrew simply stared, his jaw tight as he thought over his options.

Ryland shrugged at the explanation from Vee as to why Andrew was struggling. It was true, he was being bombarded with so much baggage. He deserved a break. Sighing, she watched the girl struggle with herself, and she sat up a little straighter.

"It sounds like the doctors need to regulate your medication a little better. The pills wearing off just sounds like a bad idea…", she rasped, not trying to sound smart of anything. She leaned forward, pulling her oxygen trolley closer to her, as Alice stood and ran from the room, "This is turning out to be a mess…"

Adam swept around the corner at that moment, retaking his seat with a little bit of purpose, followed closely by Andrew, who still looked a bit frazzled. He came in on the tail end of Xavier's conversation, and he sighed, not really knowing what to say at this point. They were all growing a little tense, with the time, and it wouldn't be long before he lost someone.

"Well, at least when they sent you here, you actually came. That's better than most people. This isn't rehab, but this is a place where we can give alternatives…and hopefully soon we'll have an alternative for you…for all of you."

As Nicki stood up, Andrew gave a tired an annoyed sigh, "Sit down…we'll be done soon, but I can't let you leave until we're finished. If you walk out that door…don't come back, because I'm not stupid. I know why you're leaving."

Andrew cleared his throat, pulled at his collar a bit, and narrowed his eyes to listen to Victoria's explanation of her problems. He knew what she was going through, due to members of his own family dealing with what the doctors considered "conditional schizophrenia" due to the multiple members of his older generation's reliance to drugs and alcohol, and lack of parental care, resulting in multiple children developing strong mental issues later on.

Sighing, he tried to catch her eyes, "I don't have an office or anything, but I'm here for you, in any way I can be. When we're finished tonight, I'm giving you each a card, with my cell number on it. If you need anything…at all, you call me. If it's three in the morning and you just need someone to talk to, while you're having a moment, and you can't get the voices to shut up, call me…and I'll do my best to talk you through it, alright?"

He sighed once more, "I know it's tough, and I know none of you trust me, but I was right there where you all sat, less than a year ago. But this isn't about me. This is about you, and the fact that you're all here for a reason, and all those reasons are valid…"

He finished, and gave a polite smile, before staring at Alice as she raised her hand, "Go ahead…"

He had a feeling he knew where the story was going, but inside, he silently hoped he was wrong. His jaw clenched as she drew closer, and admitted to being raped, and then said the words. He closed his eyes and let a halfway angry sigh leave his nose, his teeth clenched together. He stayed silent for a long few seconds, and then opened his eyes.

"Can I be honest with you Alice? I'm lost for words. I don't want to tell you it's okay, and that you're going to be fine, because either you've heard it all before, or you wouldn't believe me if I tried…but…I'll say that you've come to the right place. Push aside the negative ones…", he spoke articulately, "…until they realize no one is here to hurt them, either. Stay close to the ones who have open arms, and we'll get through this together. Do you have anyone to go to the doctor with you?"

He asked her the question, as politely as he could, and shuddered, before the rest continued. He was zoned out at this point, his brain playing weird tricks on his ability to focus in on one thing. He instead nodded blankly at the others, not even realizing they had finished until Jin spoke up, and shook him from his thoughts.

"Um…yeah. It's a bit chilly in here, i suppose…", he muttered blankly, standing up and disappearing around the corner to turn the air down.

"…Wow…One session and he's already a mess…", Ryland spoke up, her voice a bit raspy.

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