Quiet request

Carson turns around and lifts his eyebrows as he hears the change clink on the counter. "But..." His voice trails off as Jess leaves the restaurant. Sighing, he picks up the change and takes it to Mabel. "For the shake. But next time she's in, it's on the house. This shake was already paid for."


Reese leans back in his chair, his shoulders dropping as Charlotte explains about their brother's birthday. He knew how close Angelica had been to him, and now he realized why she'd felt so badly about someone not going with her.

He sighs deeply and thinks for a moment. "Thanks, Charlotte. I'll try to get a hold of her or something." He glances to his piles of work. He'd simply have to make time. "Maybe tomorrow she'll answer her phone."

Ending the call, Reese swivels in his chair to stare at his computer. He had several projects he wanted to do...several cases that he wanted to work on. But no longer a part of TJY, he couldn't.


Scott leans his head against the passenger window, not closing his eyes, but not really focusing on the passing scenery either. Half of him appreciated Katie's sensitivity and half of him wished people would just treat him like normal. But...what was normal anymore?

"That's fine," he answers quietly. He would put up with whatever happened... he didn't like being out in the open, but somewhere he knew it was good for him. He knew he wasn't improving like Rick wanted him to. He knew that he wasn't mentally stable. He knew that he was resisting help from others. But it was hard when all he felt like doing was finding a nice quiet corner to curl up in and forget the world existed.

Once Domino was picked up, it gave him something else to concentrate on, helping distract him from the day itself. Her perky behavior also gave him something to look out for as they arrived at the park, giving him an ample distraction instead of focusing on the people that were around.

Finding a quiet spot in the shade wasn't too hard. People were walking, but not many were settled down.

Spread out on a blanket, Scott is quiet for the most part. One hand remained on Domino while he ate, even though he only got down half a sandwich. Sitting cross-legged, he keeps his head down, and sometimes rocks a little, lost in his own world. But he tries, intentionally not looking at his surroundings, and trying to focus on Katie and the small talk offered. But the longer they sat, the worse his nervousness grew.

Rubbing his eye, he finally looks at the watch Rick had given him. It was nearing three o'clock and he hated it. But he knew good and well that he wouldn't be able to get away with not going to see that counselor.

"Kate..." He swallows hard and runs his fingers along Domino's back. "You, um... you got time to take me to that clinic? I don't know where it is or anything but... I don't want Rick to take me and he'd kill me if I walked myself."