Luke tried to distract himself on his way to pick you up. He was greeted by the well-known receptionist, but did nothing more than wave. He took a seat and waited patiently. At the moment, he appreciated the table cluttered with fidgeting toys.

He was alert, his eyes looked for you every time the door opened to let a patient out. About the fourth time, your figure finally met his eyes. He stood up as you approached him and spoke up.

"Hey..."

He placed his jacket around your shoulders and pulled you into his embrace. He then noticed your therapist standing behind you. He directed his attention on her, and, without much explanation, he took the files being handled to him. His attention then quickly returned to you.

"Wanna go home? Or, would you like to go somewhere else?"

He waited for your answer and tried to encourage you by stroking your hair. After a few moments, he was able to hear your quiet voice.

"Home, please..."

He nodded and guided you to the car. He left the files on the side of his door, intentionally out of your sight. He made sure you were all set and started the car.

"Let's go home then"