"...and you think he's gonna punish you for forgetting it, then?"

"Yeah."

"And I don't suppose you're any likelier to listen to my advice now than last time I gave it?"

Jackson's lip wobbles.

"...Jackson?"

"Mm?"

"What are you thinking?"

"I dunno what to do."

"What are the options? For what to do?"

"I - I don't know. I could buy another one on the way there, that might help."

"And how do you feel about that?"

"I didn't mean to forget it, I don't even mind it very much, I just, I was so tired, I had my shoes on the wrong feet for four blocks before I realized what was wrong with them and I don't have a key I couldn't go back and get it -"

Sadde impulsively hugs him.

Jackson doesn't hug back but he does lean in, sniffling slightly.

Sadde pats his back and sighs, then pulls away. "What do you want to do?"

"I don't know, I don't know..."

"Do you want to see Mason? I don't mean right now, I mean—today, or soon, or something."

"I don't know what else to do."

"Regardless of whether there's anything else to do, do you want to do this?"

"I don't want to do anything," says Jackson quietly.

"Nothing?"

"Not really." He pushes the end of a sausage across his plate with his fork, then sets it down.

"Hmm." Pause. "Did you consider the things I said the other day?"

"...what things?"

"Going back to therapy. I could go with you."