Len put his arm around her, squeezing slightly as he shook his head. How could he mind? It was her room after all. She could have told him to get out as soon as he came in. He took her hands in his free hand and leaned forward to look her in the eyes.<br/><br/>"I don't mind," He whispered, his voice almost inaudible in how soft, "You've had a hard day. You also need time to sort out your thoughts."<br/><br/>He released her, standing while putting his backpack on his shoulder. He walked over to the discarded chair and placed it back where it was before he entered the room. He turned back to her while he put his hands in the pockets of his jeans.<br/><br/>"I'll be back tomorrow, if you need me in the meantime, get in contact with a Dr. Mizuho Kirigami. Thats my adopted mother, she'll make sure you can get a hold of me until we get you a more direct means of contacting me."<br/><br/>He was just opening the door when he paused to look back over his shoulder before exiting the room.<br/><br/>"And Emma?" He said, waving as he closed the door, "I'm glad you're still alive. I'm even glader to have gotten to meet you. You mean more to people than you realize."<br/><br/>-------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Out in the hall, he leaned against her door. He was shaking as he took deep breaths trying to steady himself. He was having trouble getting his heart to stop racing. He wasn't sure what was happening to him but it wasn't a good feeling. It was making him feel awkward and vulnerable.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">'Ahhh, that's cute, you like Ms. Crybaby. Why don't you go back in and sleep with her. That would ma........'</span><br/><br/>"SHUT THE HELL UP, YOU ARROGANT PIECE OF SHIT!!!" He roared at his other self, loud enough to be heard all over the floor and through the doors.<br/><br/>He looked up to see his adopted mother looking at him with surprise and concern. It was true he'd been regressing since he last saw her. He didn't think he'd regress as much has he did. It hurt seeing her so concerned about him. He knew he needed to start therapy again, and he knew what she was going to say before she said anything.<br/><br/>"I know, I know, I need to start therapy again." He said with a tortured sigh, "and I need to do it soon. Otherwise, I can't help Emma."<br/><br/>His mother looked at him stunned as she took in the girl's nameplate beside the door. He'd said he was gonna volunteer at her job. She was confused at the what she was seeing. Did he really volunteer to help a new patient that no one else would help. That wasn't something that was allowed.<br/><br/>"Before you blow a gasket, I had her file shoved in my face and was told that if I wanted to help, I was to care of her case." Len said, recovering thanks to the distraction his mother gave, "Some balding guy wearing too much cologne. He seemed pretty eager to ditch her file. Had a name tag with head therapist on it"<br/><br/>"That would be my boss," She said with a agitated huff, "He always does that with high profile cases. That way he doesn't lose his standing on the health board if something were to happen. He'd spin it to where others with take the fall before he does."<br/><br/>"Anyway, I took the time to put you in the institute's system as a voluntary patient. You'll have a room here at the institute."<br/><br/>He looked at his mother blinking, he knew he had to find someplace to stay after his adopted moron of a father threw him to the curb the same night he arrived but he wasn't expecting this. He thought he'd find a one room apartment and make due with that but this was definitely a curveball outta right field.  His room was right next to Emma's he saw. He couldn't seem to process this at all.<br/><br/>"What the hell?!" He finally managed to say, obviously shocked and very much pissed, "Is someone playing a sick fucking joke on me here?!"<br/><br/>He found himself dragged into his new room and shoved toward the small bathroom. He was still flipping out somewhat but he caught the hint almost instantly. Basically, his mother had told him to take a shower and calm the hell down. So, upon finding all of what little things he owned was there in the room and and the same condition he'd left tshorts, He showered, dressed in a gray t-shirt and black shorts, and flopped on to the bed with a sigh of frustration.<br/><br/>He felt himself drifting off to sleep minutes  after he layed down and yanked the blanket his mother had brought him over his body. He knew he was exhausted but he hadn't like this in a long time. His mind latched on to one thing as he fell asleep.<br/><br/>'Goodnight, Emma.'