He leaned back in his chair, his mind slowly processing what he was just told. Dib Membrane would be moving to a different neighbor hood and school district so he would no longer be seeing him for counseling. A frown came to his lips. He couldn't do anything about it, but it still upset him. He wasn't moving for a few days yet, they still had a few more sessions, but after that…

Sitting up, he began to dig around in his desk drawer to find that package. It was supposed to be for the boy's birthday, but he wouldn't see him when he turned 17. He'd give it to him today, while he had an hour to see his expression. Pulling the blue wrapped box from the drawer, he placed it on the desk, taking the card off of the top. He didn't need a birthday card when it wasn't his birthday. Opening the envelope, he pulled the 100 dollar bill from the card and slipped it in between the wrap job. He could, however, keep the money he was planning on giving him.

The boy was always in the same outfit. When he had asked, the teen told him he couldn't afford anything else. He sold his old clothes so he could by that outfit and his father paid for the food and nothing else. He said that Gaz was the only one with an allowance because she was top of the class, so he had to make due with what he had. It had taken the man a while to save up enough to be able to give him that much, but it was worth it if it brought a smile to his face…or at least a different outfit for him to wear.

The familiar pale face of the boy he tried to coddle pushed it's way into the room, shutting the door behind himself. He looked tired, his eyes had large bags under them. The second thing he noticed was the bruise on his neck, which he noticed Dib trying his damnedest to hide. The frown on his face deepened in concern, but he wasn't going to ask yet.

"Afternoon, Dib." Dwicky laced his fingers together, setting his hands in his lap and leaning his chair back a bit. "And how are you?" He watched the boy sit down in the chair across from him without a word, not evening lifting his head up to acknowledge the older man. He shrugged once, weakly, but didn't do anything else.

"Don't get all counselor on me. I don't want to deal with that shit right now." Dib looked up at him, a barely noticeable scowl on his face. Dwicky stared back into those lonely eyes and simply smiled.

"Alright. Smoke?" The man pulled the cigarette pack from his pocket, offering it to the boy. His frown reappeared when the boy refused the offer for a more appealing action like staring at a wall. Pale fingers reached up to gently scratch and pull at the peeling paint of the musty room.

"I'm moving…" Dib gave a small side glance to look for Dwicky's reaction. He was given a nod. "To a whole different town and everything." He kept his gaze on the man as he received another small nod. A scowl crept onto his face as he began to scratch at the paint a little harder. "I won't be seeing you anymore." Another nod. He pulled his hand back from the wall, standing up to loom over the man, his hands slamming onto the table.
"Don't you fucking care?!" Dwicky looked up at the boy, a small sad smile on his face.

"Of course I do, but you told me not to get all counselor on you. And, as a counselor, it's my job to care, whether it's genuine or not. But yes, I care very much that I won't get to watch you anymore." The man stood to meet the teen's gaze. "I care very much that I won't have you here with me anymore. I won't be able to admire your features from afar, laugh at my sick jokes that only you get, won't be able to speak with you again." Amber eyes stared long and hard into the man's own, trying to understand what he was just told.
That's when the boy snapped. Standing strait he let out a yell, pulling at his hair and hunching over.

"GOD!! FUCK HIM!" He turned around and kicked his chair over as hard as he could, the wood giving a satisfying crack. "Fuck him, fuck him, FUCK HIM!!!!" His arm swept across the desk, knocking everything off. The stale jelly beans littered the floor while a mug shattered against a wall, papers flying everywhere. Dib fell over, his face buried in his hands, his shoulders shaking with tremors of sobs. They were quiet, but they were there.

Dwicky made his way around after catching the box and placing it back on the table to kneel beside the distressed boy. He cautiously reached his hands out, placing them on the boy's shoulders and pulling the small form against himself, rocking him like he would a small child. They sat there like that for twenty minutes, the man making soft comforting noises and the boy crying uncontrollably.

"I have a present for you…" The deep voice of the man caused the teen to raise his wet eyes to look at him, biting his bottom lip in an attempt to stop the sobs. Long arms reached up and snatched the box from the desk, placing it in the teen's lap. Dib looked down at it for a while before reaching up to gently unwrap the package. Inside was a long black trench coat. Amber eyes lit up at the sight as he stood up. Stripping out of his old one, he put the new one on excitedly. It was nice and form fitting, not too tight but not too loose either. The sleeves had buckles decorating them from cuff to shoulder, as did the front and back. A large hand reached out, grabbing the teen's pale hand and sticking something against his palm, closing the small fingers around it. Dib opened his hand and found himself staring at a 100 and a small piece of paper. The paper had Dwicky's address and cell phone on it. His gaze rose to stare at the man.

"Thank you." It was slow and very hesitant, but as the man smiled and nodded, Dib wrapped his long arms around him, pulling close. It didn't last too long as he started feeling a bit uncomfortable, but the man didn't seem to mind. And when Dib looked back at Dwicky's face, lonely tears were in the man's brown eyes, even as he smiled.