"No shit," she said, stunned. Psyke blinked a few times, trying to make sure that she was actually looking at Michal. She made it a point not to spend enough time in his presence to actually have noticed a nervous breakdown, but it made her feel bad that he'd gotten to the point where this place was the best solution. Psyke knew how it felt to have no other options, and she pushed herself up from the bench and made the quick few steps to sit beside him.
She pressed a sympathetic smile at him before leaning back into the bench, crossing her legs.
"I had one of those once," Psyke said, lips twisting as she remembered those very foggy months after Harper's death. She'd done some terrible things that still caused her embarrassment and shame, and it wasn't until she'd been forced to look at herself from an outsider's point of view that she accepted the fact that she was not okay. That was how she'd ended up in this place, and to be honest, she would not be where she was now if she hadn't spent those few weeks regaining her own strength.
"Do they still serve those hard-as-rocks pumpkin pasties?" she asked, surprisingly not feeling embarrassed about admitting she'd spent some time here. The actions that had led her here, yes, but getting help? No, no one should be ashamed of that. Psyke rapped her fingers on his knee, something she did for Alex when he was feeling uneasy. Just a little touch could help.
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