Toby

Toby is finally done for the day, the last of his patients just having left in his office and he's left feeling mildly unsettled. Sometimes this happens, usually after a conversation with a parent that didn't go so well, and it's always terribly hard to shake.

There are files on his desk he needs to fill out but he finds his head simply isn't functioning enough to actually do them. Instead he closes the folders and gets to his feet and anders towards the stairs leading to their apartment instead.

He doesn't go up them though, oh no. Sitting down on one of the lower steps, he takes in a breath and closes his eyes. The noise from upstairs makes him smile though, lets him know what's waiting for him and it's almost comforting.

Almost.

So, in light of recent evens and the requests that have been made pertaining to help with counseling others, I have decided to extend my services to anyone who may be in need of such a thing.

I was a psychologist in London, my specialty was in children but I have enough basic knowledge to at least provide some assistance for anyone at all who may need it.

If anyone needs anything at all, even if it's merely to vent a little, I'm more than willing to listen and do what I can to help.