Around Town, Thursday Afternoon

[onyourright]

Now that Sam had a little time to settle into the island, he was starting up what he'd been, you know, hired to do.

Which meant he was putting up flyers around town.

GROUP COUNSELLINGOn going sessions beginning Monday, 4/28/14 at the Clinic

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[furnaceface]

Jonothon needed to get the hell out of dubstep and construction central for a bit. Just a little while. There was a ringing in his head from all of the noise at the Groovy Tunes that was making him more than a little twitchy, and that was saying a lot for somebody who tended to gauge successful coping methods by how loud the speakers were blaring Pearl Jam.

Still, he'd stepped outside, and now he was basking in the quiet as he took a stroll around the block. He'd spotted the flyers before the man who was hanging them, took the name and the phone number into consideration, had himself a vaguely amused moment, and then continued on his way. When he spotted Sam actually hanging the flyers, however, he couldn't help but speak up.

//Got your work cut out for you around here, mate.//

Also, hello, Sam.

[onyourright]

Well, Sam certainly had to admit the people in this town were friendly about talking to strangers. Even if the acoustics of that voice was throwing him off.

He turned to see who was talking to him, forcing himself not to linger on the wrappings on the guy's face. "You've gotta try at least," he replied genially.

[furnaceface]

Jono appreciated that, though he really didn't blame people for staring. Not the way he used to, at least.

//You've got to try,// he agreed with a little nod of his head, holding out his hand toward Sam. //Though I'd argue it's a job for masochists, I'm really not one to talk, I suppose. Jonothon Starsmore, current 'Coping With Change' teacher over at the school.//

He was simultaneously absolutely qualified, and possibly the least qualified person for the job, too.

[onyourright]

Weren't they all?

Sam took the offered hand with a grin. "So now I know who to go whining to."

[furnaceface]

//For all of your coping needs,// Jono agreed, giving Sam's hand a firm shake. //My last class is tomorrow, though. Perhaps I'll send my students along your way if they're still having difficulty come semester's end. How's the island treating you so far?//

[onyourright]

"Not liking all the stairs," Sam admitted. "But it could always be worse."

[furnaceface]

//Could be,// Jono replied with a nod of his head. //Though I really want to be able to tell you that you'll get used to the stairs...//

He glanced around at the copious steps around them, and then shrugged.

//They'll do wonders for the thighs, I suppose. All the better, around here.//

[onyourright]

It certainly explained the high level of attractive people...

"It'll keep me in shape at least," Sam granted him. "I'm gonna go out on a limb and say you're not the counselor at the school who apparently ruins electronics."

HE WAS A DETECTIVE NOW.

[furnaceface]

//Not quite,// Jono replied. //I am British and you don't want to let me near a computer for love or money, but Electroclash is far easier on the eyes.//

Yes. Yes, Jono was using his hands to mime an hourglass figure. So sue him.

//I'm more the graduate they couldn't get rid of. Kept finding my way back here whenever hell broke loose back home.//

[onyourright]

Not bad!

"I hear you there," Sam replied. "Only reason I'm not in D.C. right now is the rent."

[furnaceface]

//Lord knows that's easy enough to pay around here. Hell, I had a man practically throw the deed to his building at me one day when he took off running. Pressure must've gotten to him, poor bloke.//

Fandom had a bit of that. A smidgen. A touch.

[onyourright]

"Well, looks like I came just in time."

[furnaceface]

//It'll be good to have your services around here, I think. Though... Mind if I ask what a group therapy session consists of?//

He'd been curious. He'd been psychoanalyzed by dozens of people over the years, but this seemed like it would be different. Less about diagnosing, more about healing.

He could get behind that.

[onyourright]

"Usually?" Sam asked. "Sharing what's going on with you and getting input from the others. With some guidance to keep things on track and helpful."

[furnaceface]

//Not terribly far from what we've been doing in class, then,// Jono replied, thoughtfully. //But obviously with a slightly different sort of focus.//

He tapped his toe against the cobblestones for a moment, and then, after another second of hesitation, he ventured, //Mind if I attend a session? Just to see what it's about, get a feel for what you do?// A beat. //See if it's for me?//

[onyourright]

"Don't mind at all," Sam replied. "If it doesn't work, talk to me and we can figure something that's more your speed."