It was nice to see that Samuel had come down early again to help set the table two times in a row. He had even brought another gift and placed it on the table, just like he had done with the diary. It made Lisa wonder if this was going to be an occurrence every time she cooked a meal, minus the gift of course, she knew the gifts might stop eventually, or was this just for the time being? She didnâ€™t want to say anything about it fearing he would think she was being ungrateful or get frustrated with her. It was not her intention to have him retreat back into his shell today. Maybe she should stand up more instead of allowing that particular behavior to continue. Things needed to be taken slowly, she knew that, but Samuel needed to be more open. Today was the day she was going to push him to take a step further.<br/><br/>Was it right for her to live in fear of Samuel, worried about him shutting down? She certainly did not want to and that was why she was going to push him a little today. Perhaps â€˜fearâ€™ was not the right word for it, she certainly did not fear him, even if his gift was a bit but she was tired. Tired of trying to figure out if Samuel would have an episode, argue, or retreat into his shell, she needed to stand up for herself. In order to do that she had no choice. She was going to have to talk to him about the conversation the other night. He wasnâ€™t going to like it, but it had to be done, maybe with a little persuasion she could get Samuel to go in there and tell them to shove the session up their ass until he felt he was ready again.<br/><br/>Lisa turned to face Samuel when he spoke but he had beaten her to the punch. She just stood there and listened to him, shocked that he had brought up making a compromise about going to sessions. That was something that she felt compelled to protest. While she was not normally a violent person in any way, shape, or form, this was beginning to get ridiculous. This was not the first time they had called her about a case in the middle of the night. Something had to be done to get them to see things her way, and the only one who could do that was Samuel. She wanted to bring it up to him right then and there to get it out of the way but was stopped. His crying had caught her so off guard that it had left her speechless for what seemed like an eternity to her.<br/><br/>â€œWhyâ€¦ am I lonely? You want to help me?â€ She blinked a few times, trying to take it in. The question had taken her more off guard than his crying. â€œI really donâ€™t know how I should answer that. I did lose a friend but that was years agoâ€¦â€ She paused, shook her head, and then turned back to her food, realizing it was on the verge of being overcooked. Today was blueberry pancakes, as she likes to keep things simple and pancakes were easy to make. While she worked she took in deep breaths while trying to come up with a good way to bring up the phone conversation. The last time he had cried in front of her was when they had their first argument. It had been a week after he came to stay with her, they were arguing about something silly if she recalled correctly, probably a television channel.<br/><br/>But he had not spoken to her for a few days after that. It was not easy to deal with him whenever he became this emotional.<br/><br/>When she set the food on the table, she was doing well with keeping her composure. It was only when they had actually sat down her composure was lost and she felt a little shaky. She wasnâ€™t sure why she suddenly had this burst of emotion, it just needed to come out before it built up too much. The look on her face showed she was not angry. She liked it when he was open with her, even if it was difficult for her to handle. Right now she was as nervous as he was when it came to answering questions or getting out what she wanted to say. What should she say? What would be a good way for her to casually bring the conversation on the phone up? Nothing seemed to be coming to her right now.<br/><br/>â€œThe people from the station called again last night.â€ She blurted out suddenly, her hands shaky as she cut her pancake into smaller pieces. â€œI tried to tell them off but they were adamant about having you go back to the station.â€ Taking in a deep breath, she winced a little and met his eye, bracing herself for the worst possible scenario. Her fingers gripped her silverware a little tighter. Would he be angry? She bit her bottom lip, contemplating whether or not she should jump into her thoughts about him going in there and telling them no. It might be too soon for him to actually stand up and do such a thing. Maybe it would be better if she didnâ€™t say anything, but it was out now. She might as well try to explain everything that was on her mind instead of allowing it to build up and turn ugly.<br/><br/>â€œI donâ€™t want you to go inâ€¦ butâ€¦â€ She looked away, deciding to give up figuring she was probably getting nowhere. The amount of bravery she had showed at the beginning was just a sudden burst of energy. As much as she wanted to, she was unable to follow through and keep going.  Perhaps she really was just worn out from everything in the end. â€œNevermind.â€ She said, thinking of a way to change the subject, meeting his gaze again and trying her best to offer a smile. â€œI donâ€™t mind your company. Youâ€™re quiet but I can appreciate that sometimes.â€<br/><br/>Maybe it should not have been brought up at all. Lisa was sure she wouldnâ€™t be able to get away with just not showing up, but right now some part of her was willing to take that risk. They both needed a break.