The following day, Sadde goes to town at a reasonable time to buy a tiny cactus with some of the proceeds from his terribly tedious job, and sneaks it into the bag with his clothing he brings to Isabella's room. It is inside a cute little box, which he offers Isabella the following morning when she wakes up, saying, "Happy three-month anniversary!"
"Hmm, yeah, maybe, I dunno. But I will, if the therapist person allows and you want me to. But—I still think you should. You'd—want things, if it worked and. Stuff."
"...more or less, yeah. I see a friend I wanna help but am not sure how. I mean, I've laid out what I think is wrong and what I think you should do and how I think it'd help, but I can't force you to do it. So, I don't know what to do either."
"A therapist is going to tell you how to make your life actually not suck! Besides, do you have a better plan? What do you have to lose?"
"Well, one, you could choose not to tell them about Mason. They won't force you to. And two, I don't know if he's strictly a threat to your safety. I'm also not sure just how much power they really have to randomly go after someone."
"You seem awfully good at not going to the therapist," he points out. "But I don't mean make Mason a secret, I mean telling them you don't want to talk about Mason."
"Not... exactly? I'm trying to persuade you it's in your best interests to go. I can't very well order you to do it."
"That's exactly the kind of thing a therapist would try to do, though. And maybe you could get a sub for a therapist."
Sigh. "You can tell the therapist that if they try to make you tell them about Mason you'll stop going."
"Is that your only objection to therapy, then? That the therapist might go after Mason?"