The only thing good he could determine about mandatory therapy session was that it was outside. With this many bodies, Evan hardly wanted to be stuck in a room, finding even his classes were making him feel a little claustrophobic. He wasn't looking forward to being forced to talk about his feelings, and he wondered if detentions would be given if he didn't or if he could stay silent. How rigorous would these meetings really be? He'd avoided having to talk to his therapist Mum all summer, and if he wasn't going to open up to her, he likely wouldn't for a stranger either.

But as he got closer to the group, and everyone else who had already showed, he did spot something else that may make the meeting a bit better. Fresh bread. Melon bread. It was one of his favorites, and while normally he would have not accepted food from a stranger...

She found one of his weaknesses.

Evan grabbed a couple of the green rolls, before heading towards the circle and finding himself a seat in one of the middle rings. He figured the back would be crowded, and no one wanted to sit in the front. So middle would be perfect.

He perched and nibbled on one of the pieces of bread, glancing at the healer before letting his eyes roam to stare at the lake while he waited for the meeting to start.