Leslie Had To Admit She Had Been Somewhat Unconvinced That Jason Would Return, So Seeing Him At Her Office

Leslie had to admit she had been somewhat unconvinced that Jason would return, so seeing him at her office door was a welcome surprise. “Lovely to see you Jason. Please, come in. Take a seat.”

Busying about offering him something to eat and drink, something she was keen to become a routine occurrence, she added. “How has your week been?” Hopefully a generic way to break the ice given he wasn’t outwardly displaying any particularly strong emotion.

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Just a thought exercise.

Jason still didn’t trust it, didn’t see the point of it, but he understood what she was offering.

Bruce had expressed his worry. And he’d continue to express his worry if Jason would leave it with only the one meeting; there’d be no telling what else he might make him do to elevate that worry. Leslie was offering… almost like a cover, to keep Bruce off his back.

He couldn’t quite figure out her angle – maybe she really wants to help, idiot – but Jason rose up from his seat, journal still in hand. “Guess I’ll see you next week then, doc.”

Hope bloomed in the wake of his statement and Leslie smiled, whatever his motivation, agreeing to come back in any case was a milestone and she was proud of him for it.

She got to her feet, following his lead. “Excellent. Thank you Jason. And here-” Leslie handed him a slip of paper. “My contact details, if you ever want to get in touch between visits. Better to have them and not need them…”

“Same time next week work alright for you? I can work around any rehersals or clubs you have after school.”

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''She's -- I don't know, she looks at me like she's hearing the stuff I'm not telling her, and it's freaking me the fuck out.''

Leslie answered his suspicion simply. "I have no intention of actually reading it. Unless there's something in it that you choose to share. And I can make a point of telling Bruce its off limits to him, if you'd like."

Getting the immediate sense that his next question would be something along the lines of 'what is the point then?', she elaborated. "It is a thought exercise, something for you to sit with and think about. Do it every day, ideally the same time of day, then when you're ready, come back and tell me what you think about doing it. Even if you hated it. Ideally, I'd like for us to continue talking."

Stilling for a beat, she added with a hint of conspiracy in her voice and a quirk of her lip. "And if nothing else, it's an excuse for you to use with Bruce. You did mention he was worried."

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Jason got ready to argue with her, telling her that wondering about ‘what if’ wouldn’t help him. How could it, when all it did was fill him with resentment towards Willis, his mom and himself for not being there for him. For not being better. For not being good enough to keep them around.

But Jason’s eyes darted to the clock once he saw her subtle glance to her watch.

Time’s up.

Game over, doc.

But her parting comment, made Jason pause. He eyed her suspiciously. ’'What kind of a challenge?”

“It’s more difficult than it seems.” She forewarns him. “But it’s just a thought exercise. I do it myself.”

If she could pitch this right, then maybe, maybe he might come back for another session. 

Taking the blank, moleskin journal from the table between them, she holds it in both hands. “Three things, every day, that you are grateful for. Different things. Every day. It can be something as simple as being grateful that the birds were singing outside. Or more complicated… I’m wondering if you’d be up to trying it between now and… Well, whenever we see each other next.”

She held the journal out to him, waiting to see if he’d take it.

Happy Mother’s Day To All The Foster Mothers

You have one of the most important under appreciated jobs in the world.

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