Thread: Psychotic (for Liam Dale)

I'll see what I can do. She promised. Greiver's next visit to spend a few hours with the animals is a few weeks away still, so I'll see if I can speak to them about you before then and introduce you then if they have any availability. She tilted her head as she examined him, holding her mug in both hands. If you truly do like spending time with animals we may be able to take you along regardless. She knew how helpful it could be for people to interact with animals - particularly people who had been homeless. Animals didn't judge, they were loyal and loving and playful. That sort of thing was incredibly helpful for people who felt nothing but judged poorly by humans. Jen wasn't unaffected by Lance's plight but she was still cautious. If she didn't try though, then Lance wouldn't either - and she didn't want him to think that she was writing him off because she wasn't. Her priority was Greiver though, on making sure he recovered and could prove himself fit to live here. Lance could help him do that, or he could destroy all chance for Greiver to live in this house with some independence - he'd be back to another care facility, and they could only hope that his vulnerability wasn't taken advantage of there like in the last place. I realise that you've only just arrived here and are still adjusting. Jen told him in a gentle but serious tone. But I'd like for you to give some thought to your future and what you truly want out of it. You can keep running and hiding, keep avoiding if you want - but it'll put you back on the streets and you know it. You need a goal if you want to live a better life, something to look towards when things get difficult. It could be anything, or anyone, and you might not find out what it is you want for some time, but I recommend that you try. Having something to work towards and look forwards to meant that you had something to focus on to block out all those negative things that could pull you off the path, like the past and present. While they had been talking, Greiver's attention had started to wander, a slightly absent expression on his face. Jen paid him little mind and merely reached to the coffee table and pulled off the paper and pencils stashed underneath, so they slid onto Greiver's lap. Without looking, Greiver started drawing, humming intermittently to a made-up tune. Well used to these episodes, Jen was aware of him but left her charge to his own devices as she resumed her conversation with Lance. In the meantime you'll be here, sharing this house with Greiver. The young man didn't react to the sound of his name, drawing something on his page scarcely looking at it, some other strange place he saw as his mind drifted away. I hope that you succeed and that you heal also, but you already know that my main concern is him. I won't give you a shovel talk, though I'd be tempted. Despite how serious the conversation had turned, Jen laughed softly. Greiver wasn't her brother or anything of the sort, but she rather felt like she'd become his mother-figure in a way. I'll be around as often as I can be but you should be aware that there are still things going on - politically and legally, regarding Greiver. He's trying to start his life here and having people know where he lives could cause a lot of problems, so please try and keep it quiet. It might leak out anyway, but they were trying to keep him hidden. Greiver's mental state would suffer if he had reporters hassling him, he wouldn't understand. There was a rustling as Greiver started a new page, drawing what looked like a giant pale blue ermine-like creature chasing green butterflies. I am wary of you living in this house, because I don't know you and I don't trust you. I will try to give you every chance, and every opportunity in this life as I can. I'd like to be able to trust you to look out for Greiver when you can. Jen sighed - there were few people in Greiver's corner, but she couldn't yet trust Lance until she knew him better. If you have any questions about anything - yourself or Greiver, my phone number is written down by the phone. Similarly if you have any trouble with him or he seems to be unhappy, call me straight away. I won't explain right now but just trust me - if he seems genuinely troubled then call me. He does have nightmares so don't worry about those. It was difficult to explain without delving into Greiver's medical history, and she couldn't trust Lance with that yet anyway. For now, hopefully it would do. Either way, she hoped that Lance recovered - and ideally that his presence was good for Greiver.