Lisa had tried her best to contain it, but in the end the heavy sigh that left her. Of course she had expected that Samuel would not want to go back to the station, she knew he didnâ€™t like to go through those sessions that she often so callously watching him go through. At one point maybe she would have broken down and told him to just go back to his old life. Maybe if she didnâ€™t have the patience she did with people, she would have broken by now and she could be done with this. But she had made a commitment and she was willing to stick to it as long as it took. She was not immune to frustration, she got frustrated often, but patience has always been something that was in her nature. It took quite a lot for her to lose her patience with someone.<br/><br/>Leaning back in her seat she looked Samuel over for a moment, â€œWell, at least youâ€™re doing your exercises.â€ She said softly, clearing her throat as she stood from her chair and began gathering the dirty plates and silverware once they had finished eating. â€œIâ€™m not surprised you donâ€™t want to go back. Youâ€™ve been doing well, you do deserve a bit of a break.â€ Some days she was pushed to her limit. She was not going to deny the stress, yet somehow she seemed to manage. The diary had been placed at the corner of the table so it wouldnâ€™t be forgotten once dinner was over and the two of them went to bed. She picked it up and tucked it under her arm, shifting her weight a bit. â€œBut, whether you like it or not, youâ€™re stuck with me.â€ It was an attempt at a bit of humor.<br/><br/>â€œYou did make that family happy,â€ he didnâ€™t want to hear it but she said it anyway. Maybe she should not have said it but she didnâ€™t want him to start avoiding the good he does. She knew that he wanted to go back to his old life and not have to use his powers to help people. He has expressed this multiple times, in his own way, and would retreat into his shell whenever she would push him for some answers as to why. It was wrong to push him but she did it anyway because she wanted him to be a little more expressive. Despite somewhat counterproductive results whenever she did, she always felt that she had made a small step. Perhaps she just wanted to think positively, maybe she was not getting anywhere at all, but tonight he had come down early and that was satisfactory enough.<br/><br/>Part of her wanted to be harsh with him, and had even come close to it more than once. If she was he would probably just tune her out more than he did now. It was just one more counterproductive action that she knew better than to practice. No showing annoyance, no losing patience, no yelling. Those were the rules she has taught herself to abide by and she was more than willing to stick with them until this was over.<br/><br/>When would this be over? How long would she be helping Samuel? Would it be enough in the end? Those have been her main questions for awhile now; they almost haunted her some days. She knew he was not beyond help, two years was just not enough time do get through everything she wanted to. Lisa could be like that sometimes, she would rush into things and hope for the best, but here she had to take her time. Maybe she should give him a break now. Then again she didnâ€™t really want him to get use to this and think that he could just put off things like this. She was a little torn as to what she should do here, which was a bit of a problem. It use to be so much easier to deal with him, but now that his patterns were changing she would have to adjust as well.<br/><br/>Looking at the diary under her arm, she murmured, â€œLetâ€™s head to bed for the night.â€ Now she was the one who wanted to avoid things.