Echoes of Redemption

Ch. 10 – Biofeedback Therapy, Group Outing Therapy

As the sun rose, casting a soft glow on the building of the residential treatment program, Professor Utonium and Jojo made their way toward the entrance. Today was an important day. They were here to meet Dr. Kutz for a biofeedback therapy session to help Jojo manage his ongoing bedwetting issues.

Jojo walked with a certain quiet confidence, dressed casually in a plain white tee, black Nike sweatpants, and black-and-white Nike Dunk Low sneakers. What made him stand out most wasn't his outfit, though, but the fact that his condition was visibly apparent—his brain was exposed, a surreal sight that always drew curious glances from passersby. He wore his Apple AirPods, likely listening to music, and held his iPhone loosely in his hand, scrolling through it absentmindedly.

Professor Utonium, walking by his side, was dressed in a maroon Virginia Tech Hokies Dad Long Sleeve Crew Sweatshirt, blue slim jeans, and a pair of white-and-gym-red Nike Dunk Low sneakers. His steady, reassuring presence was a stark contrast to the unique challenges Jojo faced daily.

"Jojo, are you ready for the biofeedback therapy session?" Professor Utonium asked, his voice warm but tinged with concern.

Jojo nodded absentmindedly, his gaze still fixed on his phone, but a slight grin appeared on his face. "Yeah, I think so. Hopefully, this helps."

The pair entered the building, the doors whooshing open as they made their way to Dr. Kutz's office. Despite the seriousness of the situation, there was a sense of quiet anticipation in the air—today could be a breakthrough.

In Dr. Kutz's office, the atmosphere was calm and professional. She stood by a desk cluttered with medical equipment and research papers, preparing for her next session. Dr. Kutz was dressed in a sleek black dress beneath a white lab coat, and her feet were adorned with black-and-white gingham mules, giving her a distinctive yet approachable look. She adjusted her glasses and glanced up as she heard the door open.

"Ah, Professor Utonium and Joseph 'Jojo' Utonium!" she greeted them with a warm, welcoming smile. Her voice carried a touch of excitement as she looked at Jojo. "It's been a long time! Jojo, you've really grown—you're a teenager now!"

Jojo offered a slight grin, clearly pleased by the compliment, but there was a hint of nervousness in his eyes. He wasn't quite used to people acknowledging how much he'd changed, and it reminded him of how different his life had become. Professor Utonium gave a nod of agreement, his eyes reflecting pride and a touch of concern as he watched the exchange.

"Jojo, you've certainly come a long way," Professor Utonium added, his tone both encouraging and protective.

Dr. Kutz gestured to the chairs in front of her desk. "Please, have a seat. Let's get started, shall we? We have a lot to cover in today's session."

"First of all, Jojo is about 6.5 years old in chimpanzee years," Dr. Kutz began, her tone matter-of-fact yet thoughtful. "Which would roughly translate to a human in their early to mid-teens—around 12 to 15 years old." She glanced at Jojo, her eyes softening slightly with the acknowledgment of how unique his development was. "It's important to remember that his behavior and responses may not always align perfectly with his human peers because of that."

Turning her attention back to Professor Utonium, Dr. Kutz continued, "So, tell me, Professor, how has Jojo been adjusting since he was discharged from here? What's been going on in his life since then?"

Professor Utonium, looking both proud and concerned, leaned forward slightly. "Well, Jojo's been doing well overall. He's made a lot of progress, but we've also had our challenges. There are still things like the bedwetting that we haven't quite managed to overcome yet, which is why we're here today. He's growing, learning, and facing some of the typical teenage challenges, but it's clear that we need some extra support, especially with his unique needs."

Jojo, sitting quietly beside his father, fiddled with his iPhone, avoiding eye contact but listening intently. His dad's words, while accurate, seemed to carry an unspoken weight—he was growing up, but in ways that sometimes felt unfamiliar, even to him.

Dr. Kutz nodded thoughtfully, her expression thoughtful but encouraging. "Thank you for sharing that, Professor. It's good to hear that he's progressing, even if it's been a bit bumpy. That's exactly why we're here today—to help Jojo in ways that acknowledge both his uniqueness and his needs."

Dr. Kutz leaned back slightly in her chair, her gaze distant as she recalled a past memory. "I remember when Jojo was just 2 years old," she said, her voice softening with the weight of the memory. "His diaper was soiled when he was admitted here, and he threw a tantrum at me. There was no clear reason why—he was so small, so vulnerable. But I think he was going through a lot at that time, trying to understand himself and his world in a way that was really confusing."

She let out a deep sigh, her fingers gently tapping the edge of her desk as she continued. "It was a tough moment. But seeing how far he's come since then… It's remarkable, truly. I've always known he was special, but watching him grow has been a journey of its own. And now, here we are, tackling new challenges, as always."

Professor Utonium gave her a knowing look, understanding the depth of Dr. Kutz's reflection. "It's been a long road for him," he said quietly, glancing over at Jojo, who had his head down, still focused on his phone but listening closely.

Jojo seemed to sense the shift in the room and briefly looked up, meeting Dr. Kutz's eyes. There was a flicker of recognition, but also a silent understanding—a bond formed over years of care, progress, and sometimes, frustration.

Dr. Kutz's tone shifted to a softer, more personal one as she turned her attention to Jojo. "Tell me, Jojo," she said, her voice gentle but probing, as if inviting him to share his thoughts.

Jojo looked up slowly, his fingers pausing on his iPhone. He met her gaze for a moment, a mix of hesitation and curiosity in his eyes. It wasn't often that someone asked him directly to speak about how he felt, especially about his challenges. After a brief silence, he shrugged lightly, a subtle sign of uncertainty.

"I don't know... it's just hard sometimes," Jojo replied, his voice quiet. He shifted in his seat, clearly uncomfortable talking about his struggles in front of others. "Sometimes it feels like things don't change, even though I try. It's like… like I'm still stuck in some parts of me, even though I'm not a kid anymore."

Dr. Kutz nodded, understanding the weight of his words. "I hear you, Jojo," she said, her voice empathetic. "It's not always easy, especially when your body and mind are still growing, trying to make sense of the world. But that's exactly why we're here today—to work through those parts together."

Professor Utonium gave Jojo a reassuring smile, offering a silent reminder that they were in this together, ready to face whatever came next.

Dr. Kutz shifted slightly in her chair, adjusting her glasses as she looked at both Jojo and Professor Utonium. "Today's topic is Biofeedback therapy," she began, her voice steady and informative. "It's a technique that uses real-time feedback to help individuals learn to control physiological responses, such as heart rate, muscle tension, and, in Jojo's case, bladder function."

She paused for a moment to ensure they were both following along before continuing. "Biofeedback can be an especially helpful treatment for bedwetting, or enuresis, in children—especially when it's combined with other therapies like bladder training. The idea is that by providing Jojo with immediate feedback about his body's responses, he can learn to control his bladder more effectively. It's a non-invasive way to increase self-awareness and gradually develop the skills necessary to prevent bedwetting."

Jojo, who had been quietly listening, raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by the idea of using feedback to control something so personal.

"It sounds like… it could work," Jojo muttered, more to himself than to anyone else, his curiosity piqued despite his usual reluctance to talk about the issue.

Dr. Kutz smiled warmly, recognizing the openness in his voice. "That's exactly the attitude we need, Jojo. It's all about learning and practicing. With time, we can make significant progress."

Professor Utonium nodded in agreement. "We're hopeful this approach will help, especially since we've tried other methods without much success."

Dr. Kutz turned to Jojo with a kind smile, noticing the curiosity in his eyes. "Alright, Jojo, let me explain it in a way that makes sense. Biofeedback therapy is like a game where you get to see and learn about how your body works. We'll use special equipment to show you what's happening inside your body, like when you need to go to the bathroom. The cool part is, when you see how your body is reacting, you can practice controlling it."

She paused to make sure Jojo was following, then continued, "For example, when you're sleeping and your body is trying to wake you up to use the bathroom, biofeedback helps you learn how to notice those signals faster. It's like getting a heads-up so you can stop the bedwetting before it happens. Over time, you'll get better at it, just like practicing any other skill."

Jojo, still processing, looked up at Dr. Kutz with a thoughtful expression. "So, you're saying I can train myself to... not wet the bed anymore?"

"That's right," Dr. Kutz confirmed, her tone encouraging. "It's not magic, but it's definitely something we can work on together. The more you practice, the more control you'll have."

Jojo sat up a little straighter, his curiosity growing. "Okay, so... how do we start? Do I just wear some kind of gear or something?" he asked, still processing everything but eager to understand how it would work.

Dr. Kutz smiled warmly, glad to see Jojo's interest. "Yes, exactly! You'll wear some small sensors that will track things like your heart rate, muscle tension, and, in your case, bladder activity. These sensors will connect to a computer or a monitor that shows you real-time feedback. When you see this information, you'll be able to learn when your body is starting to signal that it needs to go to the bathroom."

She paused for a moment, making sure Jojo understood. "At first, it will just be about paying attention to those signals. Over time, you'll be able to train yourself to respond before the bedwetting happens. The goal is to catch those signals early—just like when you're practicing any skill or game."

Professor Utonium leaned in, adding, "This isn't something that will work overnight, Jojo. But with practice, it can help a lot. We've tried other things, but this could be the extra push you need to get on top of it."

Jojo nodded slowly, feeling a little more confident. "Okay. I can try that."

Dr. Kutz gave him an encouraging smile. "That's the spirit. We'll take it step by step, and I'll be with you the whole way. You're not alone in this."

Professor Utonium gave Jojo a reassuring pat on the shoulder, a small sign of support as the session moved forward.

Dr. Kutz's tone shifted to a more practical note as she looked toward Professor Utonium. "Professor, another helpful tool we can add is a bedwetting chart. It's a simple way for Jojo to track his progress. Every night he goes without wetting the bed, he can mark it on the chart, and as he reaches milestones, you can reward him. Positive reinforcement can be really motivating."

Professor Utonium nodded thoughtfully, absorbing the idea. "A bedwetting chart, huh? That sounds like a good way to keep track of his progress and encourage him." He turned to Jojo with a smile. "What do you think, Jojo? How about we make it a game? The more nights you stay dry, the more rewards you earn."

Jojo raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. "Rewards, huh? What kind of rewards are we talking about?"

Dr. Kutz smiled, her tone light and encouraging. "The rewards don't have to be anything big—maybe extra screen time, a treat, or even a fun activity you've been wanting to do. The key is to keep it motivating and fun."

Jojo thought for a moment, then shrugged, a small grin appearing on his face. "Alright, I guess I can try it. If it means I get some cool rewards, I'm in."

Professor Utonium gave Jojo an approving nod. "That's the attitude. We'll set up the chart and get started, and remember, it's all about taking it one step at a time. No pressure."

Dr. Kutz added, "Exactly. The chart will just be a way to help you stay on track, and the rewards are there to keep you motivated. We're all in this together."

Professor Utonium leaned forward, a playful smile crossing his face. "Alright, Jojo," he said, "how about this: if you stay dry for a certain number of nights, I'll get you a new pair of Nike Dunk Low sneakers in maroon, just like the ones you've got now, or... I'll get you the latest video game you've been wanting."

Jojo's eyes lit up at the mention of the sneakers and the game. "Wait, really?" he asked, his voice tinged with excitement. "You'll buy me new Nike Dunks?"

Professor Utonium nodded, clearly enjoying the reaction. "Yep, and you can pick out the pair you want. But remember, it's all about staying dry. The more nights you stay dry, the closer you get to your reward."

Dr. Kutz smiled at the exchange, glad to see Jojo's motivation increasing. "That sounds like a great incentive, Professor. It's a fun way to keep Jojo focused and excited about his progress."

Jojo grinned, now fully on board. "Alright, I'll do it! I'm gonna get those new Dunks or that game. No problem!"

Professor Utonium gave him a thumbs-up. "That's the spirit, Jojo. One step at a time. You've got this!"

Professor Utonium's smile grew wider as he saw how motivated Jojo was getting. "You know what else, Jojo?" he said. "In addition to the sneakers or video games, how about I throw in some gift cards too? Taco Bell, Chick-fil-A, and even Target. You can pick whatever you want—whether it's food, snacks, or something else you've had your eye on."

Jojo's eyes widened, clearly excited by the idea. "Gift cards too? No way! I can get whatever I want at Target, or... maybe get some extra tacos from Taco Bell," he said with a grin, his excitement building.

Professor Utonium chuckled. "Exactly. The more nights you stay dry, the more rewards you'll earn. You'll have plenty of chances to get what you like, whether it's a new game, food, or something cool from Target. It's all about progress."

Dr. Kutz nodded approvingly, impressed with how the rewards were motivating Jojo. "That's a great plan, Professor. Positive reinforcement, and rewards that Jojo actually wants, can make a big difference in his progress."

Jojo, now fully on board, leaned back in his chair, his confidence growing. "Alright, I'm ready. I'm gonna stay dry and rack up those rewards. Taco Bell, here I come!"

Professor Utonium turned to Dr. Kutz, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Dr. Kutz," he asked, "how long will Jojo need to undergo biofeedback therapy?"

Dr. Kutz considered the question carefully, her fingers tapping lightly on her desk as she thought. "It really depends on Jojo's progress. Typically, biofeedback therapy can last anywhere from a few weeks to a few months, but it varies from person to person. The key is consistency—how often Jojo practices the techniques we teach him and how quickly his body learns to respond to the feedback."

She looked at Jojo, her tone encouraging. "Some people start seeing improvements fairly quickly, while others may need more time to adjust and practice. But the most important thing is that we're giving Jojo the tools to help him control his body in a way that feels empowering."

Professor Utonium nodded, absorbing the information. "Got it. So, we'll stick with it and see how Jojo responds. It sounds like it's really about building up his ability over time."

Dr. Kutz smiled. "Exactly. The therapy will help, but like any new skill, it requires practice. We'll monitor Jojo's progress and adjust the sessions as needed. With dedication, he'll start to feel more in control."

Jojo, who had been quietly listening, nodded as well, a determined look on his face. "I can do this," he muttered to himself, more confident now that he had a clear plan.

Professor Utonium glanced at Jojo before speaking again. "Jojo will be back to Virginia Tech next Sunday after completing his two-week group therapy with Rob," he said, nodding thoughtfully. "I think it'll be a good change of pace for him, getting back into his routine and spending time with his friends."

He paused for a moment, then added, "I'll also make sure to ask Noah Oakton, his closest and best friend, to check in on him. Noah's been a great support to Jojo, and having him around could help keep Jojo motivated and feeling connected."

Jojo's face softened at the mention of Noah. "Yeah, Noah's always been there for me," he said quietly, his voice filled with appreciation. "He gets me, and he's cool about... well, everything."

Dr. Kutz smiled, understanding the importance of Jojo's friendship. "It sounds like Noah is a positive influence in Jojo's life. It's great that you have someone who understands and supports you, Jojo. Having that kind of connection can really help with your progress."

Professor Utonium nodded in agreement. "Exactly. And with Rob's group therapy, the support of Noah, and the biofeedback sessions, I'm hopeful that Jojo will continue to make strides."

Jojo sat back, feeling a sense of reassurance from the people around him. "Thanks, Dad. I'm ready. Let's do this."

Professor Utonium glanced over at Jojo, a thoughtful look on his face. "Jojo," he said, his tone gentle but clear, "can I borrow your phone to call Noah? I'd like to touch base with him before you head back to Virginia Tech next Sunday."

Jojo hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Sure, Dad," he said, handing over his iPhone with a small smile. "Noah's always happy to hear from you. Just... don't embarrass me, okay?"

Professor Utonium chuckled, taking the phone from Jojo's hands. "I promise, no embarrassing dad moments," he said with a wink. "I just want to make sure Noah knows when you'll be back and that he checks in with you while you're here."

Dr. Kutz, observing the exchange, smiled warmly. "It's good to see Jojo has such a strong support system. Having a close friend like Noah is invaluable, especially as you're navigating through all these changes, Jojo."

Jojo shrugged, but his smile grew a little wider. "Yeah, Noah's the best. He gets it. I'm glad I've got him around."

As Professor Utonium dialed Noah's number, Jojo leaned back in his chair, feeling a sense of calm and connection, knowing he had the support of both his family and his friends in the days ahead.

Professor Utonium took a deep breath before holding the phone to his ear. "Hello, this is Professor Utonium," he said, his voice calm but with a hint of warmth.

There was a brief pause before Noah's voice came through, full of energy and friendliness. "Hey, Professor! What's up?"

Professor Utonium smiled, glad to hear Noah's familiar tone. "Not much, just wanted to check in with you before Jojo heads back to Virginia Tech next Sunday. We're planning a few things for him while he's here, and I wanted to make sure you're ready to catch up with him once he gets back."

Jojo, sitting across from Dr. Kutz, couldn't help but smile at the sound of Noah's voice on the phone. "Tell him to bring snacks," Jojo muttered to himself with a grin, knowing Noah would get the message if his dad passed it along.

Professor Utonium chuckled at Jojo's side comment, then relayed it to Noah. "Jojo says to bring snacks. He's looking forward to seeing you."

Noah's voice came back, laughing. "Got it, I'll make sure to load up on snacks for him. He's always hungry, huh?"

Professor Utonium laughed, then continued, "You know how he is. But seriously, I just wanted to make sure you're aware of when he'll be back, and that you two can make some time to hang out. Having you around has always helped him, Noah."

Noah's response was quick and reassuring. "I got it, Professor. We'll definitely hang out. Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on Jojo, make sure he's doing okay. He's like a brother to me."

Professor Utonium's face softened with appreciation. "Thanks, Noah. I really appreciate that. You're the best friend to him."

Jojo's smile grew, and he leaned forward slightly. "You can say it, Dad. I know you're proud of me for having awesome friends."

Professor Utonium chuckled again, his tone warm. "I am, Jojo. I am."

Jojo, unable to resist, leaned forward and added with a grin, "Oh, and Noah, please bring Goldfish crackers and Zero Sugar Coca-Cola! I'm stocked up on everything else, but those two things—can't live without 'em."

Professor Utonium, holding the phone to his ear, relayed Jojo's request. "Jojo says you've got to bring Goldfish crackers and Zero Sugar Coca-Cola. Apparently, they're non-negotiable."

Noah's voice came back, full of laughter. "Goldfish and Zero Sugar Coca-Cola? Got it. No problem. I'll make sure to grab some for him. Anything else? Maybe a bag of chips or two?"

Jojo rolled his eyes playfully, but his smile grew wider. "Well, if you're offering," he teased, "chips wouldn't hurt either."

Professor Utonium chuckled and gave Jojo a playful look. "Alright, I think we're good now. We've got snacks covered."

Noah's response was lighthearted and amused. "I'm on it. See you soon, Jojo! And tell your dad I'm bringing snacks—lots of them."

"Thanks, Noah!" Jojo replied, his face lighting up. "Can't wait to hang out!"

Professor Utonium ended the call with a satisfied smile. "Alright, Jojo. Looks like your snack situation is all set."

Jojo leaned back in his chair, clearly pleased with the outcome. "Perfect. Now I can focus on the important stuff—like getting those rewards and staying dry."

Noah's voice came through the phone again, sounding excited. "Hey, Jojo! So, can we hang out at Tysons Corner Center?"

Jojo's face lit up at the suggestion, and he looked at Professor Utonium with an eager grin. "Yes! I'm definitely down for that."

Professor Utonium smiled, looking over at Jojo. "I think that sounds like a good plan. You've got your reward system set up, so why not treat yourself to a little something while you're at it?"

Jojo nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, I'll be back to working on staying dry after the mall."

Professor Utonium laughed. "Alright, alright. Go ahead and hang out with Noah later this afternoon."

Jojo, already getting his things together, looked at his dad one last time. "Thanks, Dad! I'm going to text Noah to meet me there. You sure you're not coming?"

Professor Utonium shook his head with a chuckle. "You two go ahead and enjoy yourselves. I've got work to do in my lab."

Dr. Kutz, who had been quietly observing the exchange, spoke up with a thoughtful expression. "Jojo, I understand that you're trying to manage this on your own, and I really commend you for your efforts. However, I strongly recommend the DryBuddyFLEX 3 Wireless Wetness Sensing Briefs System with 1 Transceiver (Alarm). It's an excellent tool for children and teenagers dealing with bedwetting."

Jojo furrowed his brow, a little confused. "Wait, what's that? A sensor system?"

Dr. Kutz nodded, smiling. "Exactly. It's a wireless system that detects wetness in real-time. The transceiver is attached to the briefs, and when it senses moisture, it triggers an alarm. The idea is to help your body wake up before the bedwetting happens so you can respond and go to the bathroom."

Professor Utonium looked intrigued. "That sounds like a great addition to the biofeedback therapy. It could provide an immediate signal that Jojo needs to wake up, which could be really helpful in reinforcing the signals his body is already learning to recognize."

Dr. Kutz agreed, "Exactly. The system works alongside other treatments like biofeedback therapy and bladder training. It provides a real-time reminder that helps Jojo make the connection between his body's signals and the action he needs to take."

Jojo glanced at the screen, his mind racing a little as he processed the new information. "So, it's kind of like a wake-up call? But for my bladder?"

Dr. Kutz smiled warmly. "That's exactly right. It's a gentle reminder that can help you get ahead of the issue and improve your nighttime control over time."

Professor Utonium looked at Jojo with a supportive smile. "What do you think, Jojo? We can give it a try if it might help you. We're all in this together."

Jojo, a little hesitant but open to trying new things, nodded slowly. "Alright, I'll give it a shot. If it helps me stay dry, then I'm all for it."

Dr. Kutz nodded with approval. "Great decision, Jojo. I'll make sure we get the DryBuddyFLEX system set up for you, and we can monitor your progress with it along with your biofeedback sessions."

Professor Utonium raised an eyebrow at the price. "$170… That's a bit steep," he said, his tone a mixture of concern and consideration. "But if it really helps Jojo, it might be worth it. What do you think, Jojo?"

Jojo looked a little uncertain at the price tag. "Whoa, that's a lot of money... I didn't know it was going to be that expensive."

Dr. Kutz nodded understandingly. "Yes, it's a bit of an investment, but the DryBuddyFLEX system is designed to be durable and effective. It's a tool that has helped many children and teens successfully manage bedwetting by reinforcing their body's signals. The cost reflects the quality of the system."

Professor Utonium sighed, then glanced at Jojo with a reassuring smile. "I know it's a lot, but your health and progress are what matter most, Jojo. If this can help you in the long run, I think we should give it a try."

Jojo hesitated for a moment, looking down at the table. "I don't want to make you spend that much money, Dad. Maybe there's another way…"

Professor Utonium reached over and put a hand on Jojo's shoulder. "Jojo, we've talked about this before. You've been working hard, and I want to do everything I can to help you. If this system can help you stay dry and get better faster, then it's worth it. I believe in you."

Dr. Kutz added, "And it might be helpful to consider it as part of a broader approach, combining biofeedback therapy, bladder training, and a support system to make lasting changes. You're investing in Jojo's future."

Jojo looked up at his dad, the hesitation fading. "Okay, Dad. If you think it'll help... then let's do it. I want to get better, and if this is what it takes, then I'll try it."

Professor Utonium smiled proudly. "Alright then, we'll get it set up. No turning back now!"

Professor Utonium thought for a moment, then looked up at Dr. Kutz. "Can I use my health insurance for this, like I did when I ordered Jojo's nighttime pull-ups from the medical supply store?" he asked, hopeful that it could help offset the cost.

Dr. Kutz nodded thoughtfully. "It's definitely worth checking with your insurance provider. Some insurance plans do cover medical supplies like the DryBuddyFLEX system, especially since it's a tool that can support Jojo's treatment plan for bedwetting. I'd recommend calling your insurance and asking if they cover this specific device. It could help reduce the out-of-pocket cost."

Professor Utonium's eyes brightened at the possibility. "That would be fantastic. If it's covered, that would make it a lot easier. I'll call them as soon as we're done here."

Jojo, hearing the conversation, looked up with a hopeful expression. "So, you're saying it might not be $170 after all?"

Dr. Kutz smiled warmly. "Exactly. If your insurance covers part of the cost, it could make it more affordable. It's worth a shot to see if they can assist."

Professor Utonium nodded. "Alright, I'll make sure to follow up with the insurance. If it's covered, we'll get the DryBuddyFLEX set up for you right away, Jojo. And if not, we'll figure out a plan B."

Jojo looked relieved. "Thanks, Dad. That would be awesome."

Dr. Kutz stood up from her desk with a warm smile. "Well, it looks like everything is all wrapped up for today," she said, her tone professional but friendly. "I'll check in on Duplikate—she's been a recurring villain in the Powerpuff Girls 2016 series, and I'm intrigued to see what new mischief she's up to."

Professor Utonium and Jojo shared a knowing glance, both amused by her mention of Duplikate.

"It was nice to see you both again," Dr. Kutz continued, turning toward the door. "Jojo, keep up the good work with your therapy. Remember, I'm always here if you need anything else."

Jojo gave a small wave. "Thanks, Dr. Kutz. See you next time!"

Professor Utonium stood as well, nodding in appreciation. "Thanks for everything, Dr. Kutz. We'll follow up with the next steps and keep you updated on Jojo's progress."

Dr. Kutz smiled as she headed toward the door. "I'll look forward to hearing about it. Take care, both of you."

As Dr. Kutz left the room, Professor Utonium turned to Jojo, his face softening with pride. "Well, I think we're on the right track, Jojo. A little more effort and focus, and you'll be handling everything like a pro."

Jojo nodded, a confident smile spreading across his face. "Yeah, I'm ready. Let's get to work and make it happen."


Later that day, Rob stood in the therapy room, carefully positioning chairs into a circle for yet another group session filled with a mix of familiar faces and fresh, former villains. He adjusted one chair ever so slightly, tapping the seat with his fingers as if he could somehow perfect it. Glancing at his Apple Watch, he muttered dryly under his breath, breaking the fourth wall for a moment: "Another day, another therapy session." His voice was tinged with dark humor. Working with the former and current villains was never boring, but it certainly tested his patience and sanity.

One by one, the former and current villains began trickling into the room. Their movements had the reluctant, drag-yourself-to-detention cadence, like kids heading to a mandatory parent-teacher conference. Rob checked his clipboard, ticking off names, exhaling slowly as he braced himself for the storm of egos, grudges, and clashing personalities about to erupt.

"Princess Morbucks?" Rob called, his voice steady but tinged with a hint of weariness.

"Here," Princess Morbucks answered, strutting into the room with the confidence of someone who owned the place, her private school uniform perfectly pressed.

"Amanda?" Rob asked, scanning the room.

"Here," Amanda replied with a cool edge, wearing a crisp white button-up, black Madewell The Perfect Vintage Wide-Leg Jeans, and leopard-print pony hair flats.

"Ace?" Rob inquired, already feeling the weight of the session pressing down on him.

"Here," Ace said, dressed in a gray hooded sweatshirt with "POTOMAC BASEBALL" emblazoned across the front and "COPULAR" on the back, paired with Bold Black Flannel PJ Pants from American Eagle and black Birkenstock Boston clogs.

"Arturo?" Rob continued, his voice maintaining a steady rhythm.

"Aquí," Arturo responded, dressed in a black hoodie, denim joggers, and white/black Nike Air Force 1 sneakers.

"Big Billy?" Rob braced himself for the inevitable loud roar.

"HERE!" Big Billy boomed, shaking the room with his booming voice. His green sweatshirt, blue jeans, and white/navy Avia Quickstep sneakers from Walmart made sure everyone knew he was there.

"Grubber?" Rob pressed, trying to keep the roll call moving.

"Here," Grubber answered in his usual monotone, wearing a cream sweater, medium blue slim jeans, and tan loafers.

"Snake?" Rob asked, knowing this would be a laid-back response.

"Here," Snake replied, dressed in a tan Original Use Hooded Pullover Sweatshirt, washed black BDG Baggy Skate Fit Double Knee Jeans, and black Vans SK8-Hi sneakers.

"Fuzzy Lumpkins?" Rob asked, growing a bit impatient as the room filled up.

"Here," Fuzzy Lumpkins grumbled, wearing denim overalls and a red cap that read "Make America Great Again."

"Brick?" Rob pushed on, nearing the end of the roll call.

"Here," Brick answered, deadpan as ever, clad in a gray t-shirt, sweatpants, and white slides from the residential treatment program.

"Boomer?" Rob asked, suppressing the inevitable sigh.

"Here," Boomer responded, matching Brick's attire of gray t-shirt, sweatpants, and white slides.

"Butch?" Rob continued, feeling the monotony of the session closing in.

"Here," Butch grumbled, his voice as rough as usual, dressed in the same gray t-shirt, sweatpants, and white slides.

"Claire?" Rob asked, urgency creeping into his voice.

"Here," Claire answered, dressed in a cream Universal Thread V-neck pullover sweater, medium vintage wash Strigid Curvy Mom jeans from American Eagle, and cognac woven Mary Jane ballet flats from Target.

"Mike Brikowski?" Rob asked, already dreading the inevitable response.

"Here," Mike Brikowski muttered, blending in with the rest of the group in his gray t-shirt, sweatpants, and white slides.

"Lenny Baxter?" Rob pressed forward.

"Here," Lenny Baxter answered, his voice a little more tired than usual, also dressed in the uniform of gray t-shirt, sweatpants, and white slides.

"Harold Smith?" Rob asked, trying to wrap up the roll call.

"Here," Harold Smith whispered, wearing a black polo shirt, tan jacket, tan twill pants, and black Skechers sneakers—a touch more dressed up than the others, but still part of the crew.

"Berserk?" Rob called, knowing this would be another gruff response.

"Here," Berserk growled, his presence filling the room, clad in the mandatory gray t-shirt, sweatpants, and white slides.

"Brat?" Rob asked, pushing through with what little patience remained.

"Here," Brat answered with a dose of sarcasm, dressed exactly like the rest—gray t-shirt, sweatpants, and white slides.

"Brute?" Rob inquired, sensing the end was near.

"Here," Brute replied, her voice as gruff as ever, in the now iconic gray t-shirt, sweatpants, and white slides.

Rob took a deep breath, inhaling slowly before asking the final question. "And Jojo?"

"Here," Jojo replied. His outfit was simple—plain white tee, black Nike sweatpants, and black-and-white Nike Dunk Low sneakers—but it was his brain that set him apart. The exposed, glistening mass that made everyone in the room glance away awkwardly.

Rob straightened up, cleared his throat, and added, "Alright, everyone, change of plans today. We're going on a group outing therapy. Instead of staying here for today's session, I'm taking all of you to the mall. We'll be visiting one of the following locations in the DMV area: Springfield Town Center, Pentagon City Mall, Wheaton Mall, Montgomery Mall, or Tysons Corner Center." He paused, eyeing a few of the troublemakers. "For those of you who aren't going—Brick, Boomer, Butch, Mike, and Lenny—you're staying here today. No exceptions."

The room was filled with a mix of grumbles and excited murmurs. A mall outing? That was definitely a first. Rob had to wonder if any of them would actually behave in public, but one thing was for sure—this would be a session they'd never forget.

Princess Morbucks was the first to speak up. "Tysons Corner Center."

Jojo chimed in, "Tysons Corner Center, since Noah and Donovan have been dying to meet me!"

Snake added, "Tysons Corner Center. I've got $500 left on the Urban Outfitters gift card my parents gave me for Christmas."

Ace shrugged, "Pentagon City Mall."

Arturo groaned, "Pentagon City Mall. Please don't make me go to Wheaton Mall..."

Claire said, "Tysons Corner Center. It'll be my first time..."

Amanda followed with, "Tysons Corner Center."

Fuzzy Lumpkins grumbled, "I don't know. I don't have any money..."

Rob nodded, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Tysons Corner Center, it is!" he declared, a sense of reluctant excitement creeping into his voice. "Get ready, folks. It's time to see if any of you can behave in public. Let's go."

The villains exchanged glances, some excited, others unsure, but none of them could deny that this was going to be an outing unlike any other. Rob sighed inwardly, preparing himself for whatever chaos was about to unfold outside the therapy room. This session would certainly be one for the books.

Rob glanced around the room, his tone taking on a slightly more practical note. "Do all of you have metro cards? If not, I have a few spare." He gave a half-hearted shrug, already anticipating the usual lack of preparation.

A few of the former villains exchanged uncomfortable looks, as if the concept of public transportation was foreign to them. Rob wasn't sure whether to be impressed or horrified. "I'm not going to let anyone be left behind, but I don't want to hear complaints about how you 'lost' your card on the way there," he added, crossing his arms and giving them all a pointed look.

A couple of them nodded, while others looked slightly panicked, as if unsure of how to navigate this new territory. Rob sighed again, but at least he could control this part of the outing, even if only for a moment.

Jojo raised his hand casually, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I have one on Apple Wallet," he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Rob shot him a look, not sure whether to be impressed or exasperated. "Of course you do," he muttered. "Well, that makes one of us."

The rest of the group looked at Jojo as if he'd just revealed some high-tech magic, and Rob couldn't help but feel a bit envious of how effortlessly the guy handled technology. He waved it off. "Alright, just don't forget it when we get there. The rest of you—make sure you're not losing your cards halfway to the mall, okay?"

Jojo, as usual, just shrugged, clearly unfazed by the attention.

Rob raised an eyebrow and looked around the room again. "Do all of you have metro cards?" he asked, his voice carrying a bit more authority this time. "If not, speak up now, because I've only got a few spares, and I'm not playing favorites."

He glanced pointedly at the group, silently daring anyone to make this more complicated than it needed to be. The room fell into a brief silence as everyone checked their pockets or bags, clearly considering the implications of admitting they were unprepared.

Claire spoke up, her voice steady as usual. "I have a card," she said, holding it up briefly to prove it.

Rob gave her a nod of acknowledgment. "Good. Glad someone's ready." He then looked around the room, making sure everyone was accounted for. "Anyone else need one?"

The rest of the group remained silent, the usual air of indifference and reluctance settling back in. Rob let out a quiet breath, preparing for whatever came next, but at least Claire was one step ahead.

Arturo chimed in, his voice calm but a little annoyed at the repetition. "I have a card," he said, giving a slight shrug as if it was no big deal.

Rob nodded, a small smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "Alright, two for two. This is going better than expected." He looked around, giving the room a once-over. "Anyone else want to show off their preparedness, or are we still playing the guessing game?"

There was a brief pause before a few reluctant nods and murmurs started to circulate, but Rob didn't bother waiting any longer. It was clear that this was as organized as it was going to get.

Snake stretched out, leaning back in his chair with a nonchalant grin. "I have one, but most of the time I drive from McLean to Townsville-Arlington," he said, his voice smooth and casual, as if commuting was his personal pastime.

Rob raised an eyebrow, resisting the urge to comment on the odd mix of places Snake seemed to be referencing. "Well, aren't you just the exception to the rule?" Rob said dryly. "Glad you've got one, but today, we're doing the metro. Public transportation—what a concept, right?"

Snake just shrugged, unfazed. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. I'll figure it out," he muttered, clearly not thrilled about the prospect but going along with it anyway.

Rob shook his head. "Alright, just don't forget that card when we get to the station, Snake. Let's not turn this into a 'how do I get on the train' situation."

Amanda sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes as she leaned forward. "The highway in Northern Virginia is the worst at all times…" she muttered, clearly already fed up with the idea of traffic. Then, with a touch of annoyance, she added, "But, I have one!" She waved the metro card for emphasis, as if to remind everyone that despite her complaints, she was prepared.

Rob gave her a knowing look. "I hear you on the traffic. Northern Virginia is a nightmare. But today, we're avoiding it." He glanced at the rest of the room. "Everyone, let's keep it together, okay? Metro cards are the way to go. No one wants to get stuck in traffic with you."

Amanda just smirked, clearly pleased with herself for being one of the few who was both ready and able to complain about the rest of the world.

Ace leaned back in his chair with a grin that was equal parts cocky and mischievous. "I don't have one," he said casually, "because I secretly jump over the fare evasion... Because, I drive from Navy Yard, Washington, D.C. to Townsville."

Rob paused, blinking for a moment, before letting out a long, tired sigh. "Of course you do," he muttered under his breath. Then, raising his voice so everyone could hear, he added, "So, you're telling me you're above paying for the metro? Real classy, Ace."

Ace shrugged, looking entirely unbothered. "I've got my ways. It's faster anyway."

Rob shook his head, trying to stay calm. "Alright, no fare evasion today, Ace. Not on my watch. If you're not getting a metro card, you're walking with the group, and trust me, you don't want that."

Ace just grinned, clearly unconcerned. "Fine, fine. But when we're stuck in traffic, don't say I didn't warn you."

Rob gave him a pointed look. "Let's just get through this, alright? No more secrets, no more dodging the system."

Princess Morbucks raised her hand, her tone dripping with entitlement. "I don't have one," she said, giving Rob a look of mild disdain. "I have a chauffeur."

Rob blinked, taking a moment to process the words. "Of course you do," he replied dryly, leaning back with a look of mock disbelief. "Because who needs public transportation when you have someone else drive you around like royalty?"

Princess Morbucks nodded, a smug smile on her face. "Exactly. Why settle for a metro card when I can have someone handle it all for me?"

Rob resisted the urge to roll his eyes, keeping his voice even. "Well, guess what, Princess? Today, you're all getting a taste of public transportation. Chauffeur's off duty." He paused, giving her a pointed look. "And no, your personal driver's not invited to this session."

The room seemed to hold its breath as Princess Morbucks' smug expression faltered, but only for a moment. With a sigh, she gave in. "Fine," she muttered, "I'll take a metro card. Happy now?"

"Very," Rob said, his tone flat. "Now, everyone—let's get this show on the road. Literally."

Rob looked around the room, his patience worn thin but his voice steady. "Are all of you ready?" he asked, eyes scanning the group, giving each villain a pointed look.

There was a brief silence as everyone processed the question. Some seemed eager, others not so much. Big Billy cracked his knuckles, Ace smirked, and Princess Morbucks shifted in her seat, clearly itching to be anywhere but here.

Rob took a deep breath. "I'm not dragging anyone through the streets or the metro today, okay? Either you're with me, or you're not." He gave them all a sharp look. "So, are we good to go, or do I need to give another lecture?"

After a few grumbles and reluctant nods, the group started to gather themselves, but Rob could already tell this outing wasn't going to be smooth sailing.


On the metro train, the former villains were scattered across the seats with Rob, who sat quietly, scrolling through his iPhone. He wasn't really paying attention to them—more focused on the incoming messages, emails, and updates. It was like a game at this point: how many times could he zone out before someone inevitably broke the silence?

In the next row, Grubber was nose-deep in his book, The Silent Patient, his usual monotone voice absent as he flipped through the pages. He seemed like the last person you'd expect to enjoy a psychological thriller, but here he was, absorbed in it as though nothing else in the world existed.

Big Billy, sitting by the window, was staring at the passing world with the intensity of a man lost in his own thoughts. His bulk seemed to fill the seat, but he remained unusually quiet, as if the rhythm of the train had lulled him into some sort of contemplative trance.

Across from them, Fuzzy Lumpkins was absentmindedly staring out the window, his face twisted in boredom. The city passed by in a blur, but it didn't seem to interest him much. He let out a small grunt every now and then, as if trying to fight off the urge to wreak havoc on someone, anyone.

On the opposite side of the train, Claire and Amanda were deep in conversation, laughing and sharing stories. Claire was talking about her latest shopping spree while Amanda recounted an incredibly detailed and exaggerated tale about a party she had attended. They had a way of keeping their energy alive, as though their chatter was the only thing that could fill the silence of the train car.

Snake, on the other hand, was lost in his own world, reading The Hunger Games: Sunrise on The Reaping. His head was tilted slightly to the side as he read, his eyes scanning the pages with an almost intense focus. There was something about the dystopian narrative that seemed to suit his mood—maybe it was the chaos, or the survival element. Either way, he was fully absorbed.

Ace was wearing his black Beats Studio Buds, nodding to the beats of Gorillaz in his own little bubble of sound. The music kept him in a steady rhythm, his head bobbing to the beat in sync with the motion of the train. He was the picture of indifference to the rest of the group, lost in his playlist and seemingly unbothered by anything around him.

Arturo was scrolling through Instagram, occasionally stopping to like a few posts or chuckle at memes. His fingers moved swiftly over the screen, swiping through photos of food, influencers, and cars. For someone who was always looking for a way out of social situations, he certainly seemed plugged into this one.

Then there was Jojo. He sat in the corner, his usual intense demeanor softened by a thumb in his mouth, trying to soothe his anxiety. His Apple AirPods were in, but it wasn't clear whether he was listening to music, podcasts, or just trying to escape into a mental bubble where the outside world couldn't reach him. He looked so out of place, yet in his own strange way, he seemed almost... comfortable.

Claire, noticing Jojo's quiet state, turned to him and asked, "Jojo, I'm thinking about getting Apple AirPods today since I got paid. I need them to cure my depression. Taylor Swift is what I need to listen to…"

Jojo blinked, breaking from his self-soothing routine for a moment. He pulled the thumb from his mouth and gave Claire a small, uncertain glance. "Taylor Swift, huh?" he asked, his voice softer than usual, like he wasn't used to being in this kind of conversation. "I mean, it's cool. If it helps, I guess."

Amanda jumped in with a grin. "Oh, it totally helps. We're talking Reputation level healing here."

Claire nodded enthusiastically. "Exactly! Her songs just get me, you know? Like she's singing directly to me. It's like therapy through music."

Jojo gave a half-smile, adjusting his AirPods. "Maybe I should try that," he said quietly, clearly not entirely sold on the idea but not entirely opposed either. He slowly sank back into his seat, his thumb back in his mouth, and his eyes half-closed, seeking comfort in whatever small corner of his world he could create.

Rob glanced up from his phone for a brief second, observing the scene. For a moment, there was a rare sense of normalcy among the group—at least for now. He went back to scrolling, not sure whether to feel relieved or exhausted by the simple act of sitting together in public.

Princess Morbucks wrinkled her nose as she glanced around the metro car, her voice rising with clear disdain. "This metro is DISGUSTING," she whined, making exaggerated gestures as she took in her surroundings. "Wrapped items, peed, and weeds... Ugh!" She shook her head as if the very air around her had become unbearable.

Rob barely looked up from his phone, rolling his eyes. "Welcome to public transit, Princess," he muttered dryly, knowing exactly where this was going. "It's not a private jet. You'll survive."

Princess Morbucks continued her rant, her tone increasingly dramatic. "I can't believe I have to sit in this filth," she sniffed, glancing at the floor as if it might suddenly erupt with all sorts of horrors. "I should've just stayed home. This is beneath me."

Rob let out an exasperated sigh, now glancing around the car. There were, admittedly, a few questionable sights—some wrappers littering the floor, the faint smell of something that might've once been food, and a couple of unattended bags hanging from a nearby pole—but nothing that catastrophic. "Yeah, I know. The struggle is real," he said, finally looking her way. "But here's a little secret: you're not the only one who's uncomfortable. Everyone else here's just trying to get to the same destination, minus the royal complaints."

Princess Morbucks shot him an icy glare, as though his words were somehow beneath her. "I'm not a peasant," she huffed, crossing her arms dramatically. "This is outrageous. I could have bought the entire metro system with one of my father's bonuses."

"Maybe," Rob said, raising an eyebrow, "but right now, the only thing you're buying is a metro ride with the rest of us. So, buckle up."

Princess Morbucks let out another exaggerated sigh, but at least she fell silent—momentarily.

Ace pulled his Beats Studio Buds out for a second, glancing over at Princess Morbucks with a smirk. "Princess, get used to it," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Welcome to the real world. It's not all gold-plated elevators and private jets."

Princess Morbucks shot him a scowl, but Ace didn't seem to care. He put his earbuds back in and reclined in his seat, clearly enjoying the quiet satisfaction of throwing her off-balance.

"Not everyone can live in a bubble," he added with a shrug, the kind of statement that seemed to roll off him effortlessly.

Princess Morbucks glared at him, her nostrils flaring in annoyance. "I don't live in a bubble," she snapped, though the way she recoiled at the metro's grime suggested otherwise. "I just prefer cleanliness."

Ace chuckled to himself, sinking back into his seat. "Yeah, well, life's messy. Especially when you're not in charge of everything around you."

Rob, overhearing their exchange, couldn't help but chime in, his voice dry. "Ace's got a point, Princess. The world doesn't revolve around you—or your chauffeur."

Princess Morbucks' lip curled in distaste, but she said nothing further, her arms crossed tighter as she turned away from the conversation. She had learned long ago that the quickest way to lose an argument was to pretend the people around her didn't even exist. For now, the silence between her and Ace was her only retreat.


As the train screeched to a halt at Tysons Corner Metro Station, the doors slid open with a whoosh. Snake, who had been absorbed in his book, looked up, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "Welcome to McLean, guys!" he chimed in, his voice dripping with that signature casual swagger.

The group groaned in unison, clearly not as amused by his comment as he was. Princess Morbucks wrinkled her nose, as if she'd just been told they were entering some backwater town instead of a bustling mall area. "McLean? Really?" she muttered, rolling her eyes. "You had to drag us all the way here?"

Ace, who had barely lifted his head from his music, shot a glance at Snake. "Smooth, dude. Real smooth," he muttered, already stepping off the train.

Rob, now standing and motioning for everyone to get moving, gave Snake an exasperated look. "Really? McLean?" He sighed, the weight of his job pressing down on him once again. "That's the best you've got?"

Snake just shrugged, unfazed, and flicked his book closed. "It's the truth. Just setting the scene for everyone."

Jojo, who had been quietly observing the whole exchange, pulled out his thumb from his mouth, adjusting his AirPods, and said softly, "Is McLean supposed to be... special?"

Snake looked over at Jojo, almost surprised by the question. "Well, it's where all the big money is," he said with a grin, "if you're into that sort of thing."

Fuzzy Lumpkins, who hadn't said much during the entire ride, muttered from the back, "McLean? Sounds like a place I don't care about."

Rob nodded, shaking his head. "Alright, let's go. We've arrived, people. Time to make some memories—or at least avoid causing too many scenes."

As the group slowly began to file off the train, Rob couldn't help but think: This is going to be a mess.

As the group moved past the train platform and toward the escalator, the noise of the bustling station filled the air—shuffling feet, announcements over the loudspeaker, and the hum of conversations. Rob kept his eyes on the group, making sure no one wandered off or caused any unnecessary trouble. The former villains, on the other hand, seemed to be more distracted by the new environment than ever before.

Claire, who was a little more aware of her surroundings than some of the others, slowed her pace as they approached the base of the escalator. She noticed a group of black teenagers standing near the turnstiles, looking around like they were preparing to move quickly. In a sudden flash, one of them, a tall guy with a hoodie, dashed forward and jumped over the fare evasion gate with ease, landing smoothly on the other side, as if it were second nature. His friends followed suit, laughing and high-fiving each other.

Claire raised an eyebrow, then glanced at Rob, who was still focused on keeping the group in check. "Did you see that?" she asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and slight concern. "They just hopped over the fare gate. Like it was nothing."

Rob, still in the middle of directing the group, barely spared a glance at the teenagers. "Yeah, I saw," he replied with a sigh, clearly not interested in getting involved. "Unfortunately, it's not exactly rare around here. Happens more often than I'd like to admit." He turned to face Claire, then added, "Let's just focus on not being part of that problem, alright?"

Claire nodded, but her gaze lingered on the group of teenagers for a moment longer. There was a certain fluidity to their movements—like they knew the system, knew how to avoid the rules. It made her uncomfortable, but she shook it off, deciding it wasn't her place to judge.

As the group reached the top of the escalator, Amanda let out a chuckle from behind. "Oh, I see how it is. That's how you skip the line, huh?" She wasn't even trying to hide the amusement in her voice.

Ace, who was now walking next to Claire, smirked, glancing back at the group of teens. "You gotta respect the hustle, I guess. A little illegal, but... efficient."

Claire rolled her eyes but couldn't help the small smile that tugged at her lips. "Maybe, but it's still not something I'd want to get involved with."

Jojo, still sitting back a bit from the group, spoke up from his corner. "Sometimes it's not about the rules," he said quietly, his voice surprisingly thoughtful for someone so often consumed by his own thoughts. "It's about... getting by. Whatever works."

Claire glanced at him, slightly taken aback by the unexpected depth. "Yeah, well, I think I'd rather not get arrested for something stupid like fare evasion."

"Fair enough," Jojo said, as he tucked his thumb back in his mouth and returned to his quiet space, the world outside seemingly slipping away from him once again.

Rob glanced around to make sure everyone was still with him, his mind already bracing for the chaos that was sure to follow once they entered the mall. "Alright, let's keep it moving," he called out to the group. "Focus, people. We're here for a session, not a field trip. No jumping gates, no creating scenes. Got it?"

There was a chorus of grumbles and eye rolls, but no one argued. It was clear that as much as they hated being on public transit, none of them wanted to draw attention by causing a scene at this particular moment.

Donovan stood at the front of the group, his fair skin almost glowing in the station's artificial light, contrasting against his messy brown hair that looked like it had been styled by a whirlwind. The unkempt, broccoli-like mop on his head added to his almost unbothered, carefree aura, as though he had rolled out of bed and straight into the mall without a second thought. He wore a casual gray sweatshirt, slightly oversized and comfortable, paired with medium wash Original Use Baggy Fit Jeans and a pair of gray-and-white Nike Dunk Low Retro sneakers. It wasn't anything fancy, but somehow he pulled it off with an effortless vibe, like he didn't care at all—but still looked cool.

Behind him, Noah stood with his usual easygoing expression, his fair skin a bit more flushed under the station's bright lights. His dirty blonde hair was just as messy as Donovan's, but it had a way of looking perfectly scruffy, as if he'd spent hours getting it to look that way. His outfit was just as laid-back: a navy blue Thanks A Bunch Hoodie Sweatshirt from Urban Outfitters that had seen better days, paired with Original Use Light Wash Baggy Fit Jeans that looked like they'd been lived in. His navy blue-and-white Nike Dunk Low Retro sneakers completed the look. A pair of Apple AirPods sat snugly in his ears, effectively cutting him off from the rest of the world as he moved through the station in his own little bubble. He carried a red Lululemon reusable bag, the logo proudly displayed, filled with essentials: a bottle of Zero Sugar Coca-Cola and a small bag of Goldfish crackers—both of which he was planning to give to Jojo, of course.

Noah's voice suddenly broke through the silence of the group as he waved excitedly at Jojo, who had been trailing behind. "Bestie, we're here!" Noah shouted, his tone upbeat, the familiar nickname ringing with warmth. He didn't seem to mind the crowd or the bustle of the metro station, clearly more focused on the small bag of Goldfish crackers he had for Jojo, as if it were a secret peace offering or a little bit of comfort for his friend.

Jojo, who had been absorbed in his own little world with his thumb in his mouth and his Apple AirPods still on, blinked at the sudden call. He slowly removed the AirPods, looking up to see Noah's enthusiastic wave. There was a moment of recognition in Jojo's eyes before he gave a small, tentative smile and shuffled forward, his anxiety temporarily softened by the familiar sound of his best friend's voice.

Donovan, who had already turned toward the escalator, glanced back with a knowing look at Noah. "You always do this, huh? Treat him like he's the only person in the world," he teased, his voice light but carrying a hint of amusement.

Noah shrugged, unfazed by the teasing. "He's my best friend, man. If I can't make him feel better, who will?"

Rob, who had been observing the whole exchange, sighed but couldn't help a faint smile tugging at his lips. It wasn't the most conventional display of friendship, but it was real. And at least for now, that was enough to keep things on track. "Alright, alright," Rob called out, clapping his hands. "Let's keep it moving, people. We're here to shop, not to start a reunion episode."

Claire gave Rob a smirk, "Well, it looks like Jojo's got a fan club now," she whispered to Amanda, who nodded, the humor in the situation not lost on her either.

Meanwhile, Jojo, finally reaching Noah, took the small bag of Goldfish with a quiet thanks and stuffed a few crackers into his mouth, the world around him momentarily dimming as the comfort of something familiar set in.

Noah flashed Jojo a wide grin as he extended his hand, gesturing for him to join the group. "Come on, let's hang out with us, Jojo," he said warmly, his voice full of that easygoing charm that always seemed to pull people in.

Jojo hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering between Noah's outstretched hand and the bustling crowd around them. The noise of the mall grew louder as more people filtered through the station, but Noah's presence remained a calming constant for him.

Rob, noticing the small exchange, gave a small nod, though his eyes were focused more on the bigger picture of the group. "Yeah, Jojo. They've got snacks," he said, his tone light but practical, trying to keep the mood light. "And we've got a whole mall to explore. You don't want to miss out on that."

Jojo glanced back at Noah, his face softening as he made the decision. He stepped forward, finally giving in to the invitation, his thumb momentarily forgotten. The tension in his shoulders seemed to relax a little as he walked beside Noah, feeling the familiar sense of comfort in his presence.

Noah grinned as Jojo fell in step with him. "Good choice, bestie," Noah teased, ruffling Jojo's fur playfully. Jojo let out a soft chuckle, his usual anxiety easing just a bit more with each passing moment.

As the group started to move forward toward the escalators, Fuzzy Lumpkins muttered from the back, "Great, now I'm stuck with the happy duo."

Ace, not missing a beat, shot Fuzzy a sideways glance and whispered, "Don't worry. You'll survive. They're harmless."

"Yeah, I'm harmless," Jojo added, glancing back at Fuzzy with a slight grin, though he still kept close to Noah. The smallest of jokes felt like a huge step forward for him.

As they reached the escalator, Rob gave a small, approving nod. It seemed like—just for a moment—the group had found a bit of normalcy amidst the chaos of their day.

Jojo, feeling a bit more comfortable with the group and the growing sense of camaraderie, turned to face the others as they made their way toward the escalators. His usual anxiety was still there, but it seemed to soften as he spoke up, eager to share a little piece of his world with the rest of the group.

"Guys, these are Noah and Donovan," Jojo said, gesturing toward the two friends who had been trailing close behind. He gave them both a small but genuine smile. "They're my college friends from Virginia Tech. They already met Claire, Amanda, Ace, Arturo, and Snake. Remember, they took us to Lose It Rage Room in Woodbridge, Virginia, last night."

Noah, standing next to Jojo, flashed the group an easy grin and waved casually. "Yup, that was us," he said with a nod, clearly still in good spirits from the night before. "We had a blast at the rage room. Definitely something Jojo needed after, you know, life."

Donovan, always a bit more laid-back, gave a small shrug and a smirk. "Can't deny it. We were just trying to give Jojo a healthy outlet." He then looked over at Rob, adding with a slight chuckle, "I think it worked, right?"

Jojo's cheeks flushed a little as he glanced at the floor, but the warmth in his expression was undeniable. "Yeah... definitely helped. I needed it." He took a deep breath and continued, "I'm just glad they could come with us today. It's... nice to have them around."

Amanda, who had been listening to the conversation, gave Jojo an understanding nod. "We're happy to have them join us," she said, her voice genuine. "The more, the merrier."

Claire, ever the optimist, added, "You guys should've seen Jojo before the rage room. He was like a tightly wound spring. After, though? Totally different person." She glanced at Jojo with a teasing smile. "Who knew breaking things could be so therapeutic?"

Jojo laughed softly, the sound a little more relaxed than usual. "Yeah, who knew?" he said, shaking his head. "It was... definitely something."

Rob, still keeping a close eye on the group as they moved toward the mall entrance, gave a small, approving nod. "Well, I'm glad you all had a good time last night. Just remember, we're here for a reason today. No smashing stuff in the mall."

Noah, ever the easygoing one, grinned. "No promises, Rob. But we'll try to behave. For now."

The group shared a few chuckles, the tension in the air easing as they continued toward the escalators. Jojo, for the first time in a while, felt like he was part of something—a group that, despite their chaotic mix of personalities, seemed to be coming together for the day ahead. And for once, it wasn't so bad.