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Arms windmilling, Rockman slid across a slick patch, not looking overly pleased with the turn of events. He and icy patches weren't the best of friends it seemed. But he got control and tried for a careful step forward. His sense of balance was shot while on ice, even more so when he didn't have his boots on. Hoping the crowd around him would stay thin enough that he wouldn't have to worry about crashing into anyone, Rockman took another determined step forward. If he could just get to some grass he wouldn't have to worry about all the stupid ice.
Why am I doing this again?
[Because she's the only person you're close to besides Blues.]
Well why-
[I've been doing all the talking to the actual therapist.]
Then why-
[Because doing what she says, like it or not, is working! Stop complaining already. I shouldn't have to be the 'older' one between us.]
Rockman did finally make it to Aile's, despite the ice, and knocked on the door.
Why am I doing this again?
[Because she's the only person you're close to besides Blues.]
Well why-
[I've been doing all the talking to the actual therapist.]
Then why-
[Because doing what she says, like it or not, is working! Stop complaining already. I shouldn't have to be the 'older' one between us.]
Rockman did finally make it to Aile's, despite the ice, and knocked on the door.