A/N: I got no reviews, but I just wanted to update.

Therapy was a starnge practice. JT would watch, and listen, as everyone explained their troubles and what they planned to do about it, if they even could. He listened to Ellie's the best. She was a cutter, who's father was in the military, and who's mother was an alcoholic. He felt sorry for her, but when she turned to him, he couldn't. She would be disgusted at what he had done.

"JT?" said Paul. "You need to share sooner or later. Why not start now?"

He was hesitant at first, always hesistant. But Paul was right. He needed to keep his promise to Liberty. Ellie Nash stared him down, and he ignored her. JT examined faces, to see if they were ready, and by the calm and peaceful looks, they were. He fidgeted in his seat.

"I, um, I – I um, overdosed," he said like he was going to be thrown in prison. Paul and the others nodded understandingly, like they had heard it all before. JT was surprised at how accepting they were. "And why did you do that?"

He couldn't. He couldn't admit that he abandoned his pregnant girlfriend. Sure they would look like it was okay, but they would be repulsed on the inside. He told the truth, but only some of it. "Um – I was um, dealing Oxycodone. For – uh, money, you know."

Ellie Nash pursed her lips, like she always did. JT squinted at her, trying to read her thoughts the best he could. "Money? For what?" she asked.

He was being caught in his lie. "For, uh, mortgage! To help my grandmother pay for the house!"

"That still doesn't explain why you OD'd," Ellie Nash didn't the seem the type to give up after one shot, and JT was tempted to tell the full truth, but couldn't. He was too ashamed.

"After – after everyone found out – my family and friends – they . . . they hated me,"

He remembered how he had violently offended Toby, pretty much gotten kicked out of the house, and worst of all, made Liberty dissapointed in him. JT swallowed hard at the memory. Paul could sense this, because he ended the meeting.

JT was the first one to leave, practically running out of the room to go and run home. Maybe walk, he hated his grandmother's pestering questions. The others followed suit, and he hoped he would never have to talk to anyone of them. Espeically Ellie Nash.

He thought to himself, if he hadn't overdosed, if he hadn't become a drug dealer, what he would be doing at the time. He would probably be at work, at his small counter, wasting away the hours, at a store that was never crowded. Maybe Liberty would come and visit him, and they could talk for hours on end, like they used to. JT bit his tounge, hard, and continued walking, trying to erase all seemingly happy thoughts from his mind. Thinking about what could've been, his happy family, and his happy life, was just that. Torture.

"JT!" he turned his head, behind him, and rolled his eyes. Of course, there was Ellie Nash, hurrying towards him. He stopped, and waited. She came next to him, and continued to walk. "Can I walk with you?" she asked.

"You already are, so I don't see the point in asking," he answered irritably.

Ellie nodded, "What was that in there?"

"What was what?"

"You seemed . . . nervous. I mean, everyone else can talk about their issues. It's why we're here. But you can't," Ellie looked him straight in the eye, and JT shrugged it off. He was sick and tired of talking about himself.

"Cutter, huh?" he asked. Ellie nodded. "That sucks. That stuff's dangerous, you shouldn't do it,"

Ellie gave him another one of her looks. "Just like overdosing? Isn't that even more dangerous?"

JT let out a pitiful laugh, and poked himself for being an idiot. Ellie didn't seem to notice, and JT took attention to, that she was an easy person to talk to. He decided maybe telling her wouldn't be too bad, even if he hardly knew her.

"Can I tell you something?"

"Sure,"

"You promise not to judge?"

Ellie shrugged, "Depends on what it is. Maybe – the reason you OD'd."

JT nodded, and then stared at her. "You haven't heard? About my little problem?"

Ellie, once again, gave him a strange look as they turned the corner. "I don't listen to gossip,"

He was surprised that Ellie didn't even know. She had said that she observes people willingly, and it was weird to him, that she hadn't taken note to something so obvious.

"Um, well, you uh, you know . . . Liberty Van Zandt, right?"

"Yup. Your little crush,"

JT felt his ears turning red, and sighed. "It's more than that,"

Ellie pushed her teeth over her bottom lip, listening carefully.

"I, let's just say, I hurt her. Badly. She was my girlfriend for a while,"

"What'd you do? Cheat?"

JT shook his head over and over again, trying to convince her otherwise. "No, no, I would never do that,"

Ellie said nothing, and continued walking. Her posture was speaking for her. She wanted to know, really bad. JT had mercy on her.

"I, um, well, you see . . ."

"Spit it out,"

"She's pregnant,"

Ellie looked at him, and then back out at the surroundings. He was preparing for her to be disgusted or replused or not understand, and just run away, like everyone else had. He was expecting for her to get fed up and go. Ellie Nash did none of these things, she just looked like she was thinking. JT stuffed his hands in his pockets.

She came back to, and did. "I get it."

"You do?"

"That's why you won't talk to anyone. You were the one who did it, as I can see. Is that really why you were drug dealing? To support her?"

JT nodded.

"You were trying to help, then. Good for you," Ellie turned the side, like she was hiding something, and JT noticed, but softly, surprised that this girl who seemed so sweet, couldn't speak much of what had been of her life.

"Almost commiting suicide is good?"

"No one can be too good, JT. But . . . at least to me, it sounds like you try to be, and that's good enough. It's more than, actually,"

JT turned to Ellie for a second, and looked her through. She stood perfectly still, looking into his eyes, and seemed like they were having a moment. But it couldn't be, it couldn't be.

They continued, and Ellie played with her bracelet. "So . . . what happened, between you two? If you don't mind my asking,"

JT shrugged and Ellie nodded once more, "I don't know. I mean – I tried to help, I did everything I could. But . . . Liberty likes to do things herself. I mean, what did I do wrong? I can't help her, I can't help my kid?"

Ellie sighed, "You have to understand what she might be thinking. She might be feeling . . . bad. After all, I mean – she is pregnant. A girl can't be expected to be happy with her boyfriend after that,"

JT looked at her like she was crazy, but knew she was right. This girl, who he had fully met just hours ago, knew him better then he knew himself. Ellie Nash was a weird one, and he was shocked that he was pouring his heart to a stranger. But . . . it felt good.

"I guess you're right," he said.

"Do you love her?"

Ellie said this like it was normal, like it was day to day conversation. JT wondered if she said this sort of thing to everyone. "I – I –"

"You do, I can tell. The way you look at her," JT paused, feeling hatred for himself, as Ellie searched his eyes. "Have you ever told her?"

JT shrugged his shoulders without emotion.

"You should. I think maybe she would be less upset if she knew that you love her,"

"It isn't that easy, Ellie. I wish it was,"

"Who said love was easy? I love someone who will never love me back," JT knew she was speaking of Craig, and instanly felt for her. Craig Manning was apparently too good for anyone who wasn't Manny Santos. He nodded to her.

"I'm sorry,"

"Don't be," she muttered. "It doesn't matter. Why bother someone who's happy?"

And for the first time in a while, JT felt himself feeling that way, happy.