"Of course," Kevin said, "Anyone is welcome in Teen Issues."
Hanson smiled, but he still looked nervous; or maybe depressed. It was hard to tell.
"Thanks." Penhall grunted.
"Teen Issues is after lunch," Kevin opened the door, "See you there."
Hanson trudged out, Penhall following close behind.
"What's wrong?" Penhall asked, upon coming up to Hanson's side, "I thought you wanted to get off this case as soon as possible."
"I do," Hanson mumbled, "I'm just not very good at therapy."
"Therapy doesn't really require any skill."
"Alright, I'm not very good at talking about my complex, interpersonal issues with a bunch of stoner teenagers."
"You don't have to talk," Penhall assured him, "You just have to listen."
Hanson nodded.
Penhall was concerned about Hanson. He'd never seen him like this. Penhall was hoping that Teen Issues would not only help the case along, but maybe get Hanson to open up about the obvious ulterior reason for his current…state.
The two walked to fourth period, Penhall desperately attempting to squeeze palaver out of Hanson, and failing.