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Oh! [Danny actually seems to light up upon seeing the jar of blood, holding his hands out to accept it.] Thank you very much, this is quite kind of you to bring this to me. Where did you get it?

[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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[Edward gladly parts with it, though handling it doesn't upset him as much as it might have previously. It relieves him that Danny seems to like it, though, even makes him smile a little. It doesn't last long, granted.

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.

[doctorize]

Mm, I understand. Regardless, I appreciate that you went to the trouble of procuring this for me.

[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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[Edward folds his hands in his lap. He's admittedly a bit apprehensive about being here in Danny's home; they don't know each other super well, after all. He's trying to shrug it off since he didn't think it would be a big deal at first and he doesn't want to back out now, but his back is a little too stiff.

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?

[doctorize]

Ah, that makes sense...

[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?