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in that case
meeting at your residence is fine with me
<doctorize> fast forward to the 8th
[On the 8th, Edward will have a message directed to him that simply states Daniel's home address. He currently lives in an apartment complex about 20, 25 minutes away from the clinic, though he might move at some point. But right now, he's still there, and he will answer the door when Edward knocks.]
Hello, it's good to see you. Please, come inside and have a seat.
[Edward will be directed to the living room: aside from the couch and chairs, and bookshelves on psychiatry and other subjects, the biggest difference is that he doesn't have a desk in this room in comparison to his former office at the clinic. It's also perhaps more comfortable, friendlier, given there are personal touches in the form of a few plants growing in a corner, and a small black cat that's curled up asleep under the table in the middle.
Aside from a few pictures and diagrams of eyes, and some scratches on the wall closest to the door, his home seems unassuming enough. No eyes floating in jars being left out in the open, and he recently cleaned his floors a little more. No obvious bloodstains from feedings or other activities that he has to worry about being noticed.]
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Good to see you, too. I'm glad you're looking well.
[He feels a little bit at-ease with the change of scenery compared to Danny's clinic office, yes, but the fact that the scenery has to be different at all borders on nauseating. He doesn't linger long before finding an appropriate seat, though he does briefly stop to tilt his head at the cat snoozing under the table. His tail - new, about two feet long now - curls slightly.
Silently, Ed wonders where his eye might be, but he doesn't plan on inquiring about it. Instead, when he's seated, he produces a small mason jar stained red from his bag and sets it on the table.] It's, uh, pretty fresh.
I don't intend on this being any sort of payment for all this... I just thought it'd be nice to offer. [Having to drink blood himself now made him think of it. Hopefully Danny likes it?]
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[He asks, as if Edward had done the equivalent of bringing him a coffee or dessert from a cafe or something. Or maybe he's joking, but after a beat, he seems to realize how inappropriate that sort of question is given that this blood likely came from a possibly deceased victim--]
... Ah, no, I'm sorry, that came out wrong. You don't have to answer such an insensitive question.
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His head lowers as he tries to recall the face of his victim; his lips purse.] I tried taking a more roundabout route to your home in hopes that I'd run into someone somewhere inconvenient. It... worked.
[At least it's not his own blood? Whatever. He got a nice rib bone out of the ordeal, the remnants of which are in his bag. He's still considering throwing it out once he leaves, but his teeth really need it.] I thought I'd have to end up eating meat like everyone else, but I guess I ended up with blood like you. It's... still hard to just take it from people, though.
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[He's going to set it aside for now, instead gathering some papers on the table in front of him here so that they're better organized.]
Have you ever been to a therapy session before, by any chance? Or even just had someone at home that you could confide to about your worries?
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He shrugs uncertainly.] A therapy session, no, definitely not. Sometimes I would talk to my brother or my, uh... boyfriend? About things that bothered me, but that was more in the "I'm trying to be more open with you" sense, and I usually didn't want to bog either of them down with things that won't affect them, so...
[So he never really said much.]
How does this sort of thing usually work?
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[Danny nods along when Edward speaks, before he answers.]
During a therapy session, you can tell me anything you'd like: how are you feeling today, what your overall mood has been recently, any worries or interests you have lately, you get the idea. I'll ask questions so that I can understand some things further, but after I hear what you have to say, I can begin advising on what you can do in order to abate any concerns you may have going on. There's medications that a person can take in order to help their mental state, but I also like to try offering suggestions of activities or other methods a person can use instead, if they prefer. Are you with me so far?