Poor Hesh, his life had been a disaster since he was 5. His mother died of cancer, now his father had been shot by the man he was supposed to kill. Worst of all he had lost his brother to that man—Rorke. And now felt completely hopeless and useless against the world. He needed you; more than he knew it. His last hope was you, his faithful therapist.

“don’t worry Hesh” you reassured him, explaining how the whole of Saint Monica was trying to get back Logan. His dreamy eyes reflecting over his memories as you talked. He loved hearing you talk. It calmed him. Even if he wasn’t focused and listening.