As Christian made his way toward one of his now weekly only therapy sessions, he happened to run into Shane.
"Hey," he greeted.
"Hey," Shane nodded.
"So... how's it going?"
"They say a month and I'm out," Shane shrugged.
"That's great, right?" Christian frowned.
"Yeah I guess."
"Not looking forward to getting out into the big wide world again?" Christian teased.
"More like not looking forward to who'll be waiting for me on the other side."
"Look man, if you're gonna be in trouble..."
"Don't," Shane shook his head, "I don't want your sympathy or your charity."
"Wasn't giving it," Christian insisted, "but if you need help on the outside..."
"That's charity."
"Only if you consider people posessions," Christian pointed out.
"Contacts? Close enough. See you around, art boy."
Christian nodded, and turned to watch as Shane made his way down the hall.