The man sighed quietly, as he watched the car drive off from the manor he lived in. His broad frame supported his muscular build, and his blonde and red hair stood out against his business casual wear, but not in a bad way. He adjusted his glasses and shut the door, before thinking about something.

"Hmmm." he muttered.

"Office, or...?" he wondered aloud, shaking his head.

"Right." he said, as he started to walk. He was Doctor Lindsay Fyrane, and he had a very good reputation as a psychologist. He'd gained many awards, and made several breakthroughs in his field, so demand for him was high, in terms of wanting him as a psychologist. He'd set up a home office in the manor he lived in, alongside his wife, their son and daughter, his brother and his sister-in-law, as well as THEIR daughter, too.

It seemed like he was making his way back to his home office, but continued past it, until he reached the bedroom that he and his wife shared. He then looked over towards the stairs that led to the attic of the manor, and ascended them.

"Casey!?" he called up.

"Can we talk!?" he asked.

"Hi Casey." Lindsay greeted her, as he stepped into her art studio. Paintings and sculptures surrounded him, and it there seemed to be no unifying theme to any of them. Some used bright colours, some were drab, some pieces looked abstract, some were very clearly what they looked to be.

And some were very personal pieces for her.

"I have a question." he said.

"Do you have room for another student in your art therapy sessions?" he asked.

Lindsay just sighed.

"I think a patient of mine would really benefit from them. They're going through a very troubling time in their life right now." he said further.

"Art is seen as a way of finding oneself, right?" he then asked.

"I'm thinking that your art therapy sessions might help them find their way." he finished.

"And yes, they've already said they'd be willing to. I just had a session with them." he then added.

"I'll call them and tell them." Lindsay responded.

"Same time and place?" he asked.

Casey nodded in response.

"Thank you." he said further.

"I feel this will really help them." he went on.

"Once I confirm it, I'll give you some more information. Ie: name and such." he then added.

"All right." Lindsay responded, making his way back to the door. Once he got to it, he paused for a moment, seemingly sensing something, before opening it slightly.

"Kitt!" he said.

"Kitt! Down! You KNOW you're not allowed in here!" Casey heard him say.

"......" he was then silent, before looking back to Casey.

"To be fair, you HAVE been in here for over 24 hours." he told her.

"You might want to surface for an hour or so, just to give Kitt some attention." he chuckled, as he opened the door a little more, and started to push past the animal that was on the other side of it.

"Got it!" she heard Lindsay call back, as he shut the door. She then heard him shooing the animal away, and she knew that Kitt really wanted attention from her.

-A week and a half later-

Evan tucked his kitty ears in under his hat, and made his way to the door.

"Must be the new student." he said to himself.

He then sighed, and stopped when he reached it.

'...wonder what they're like...' he thought.

He then shook his head, and opened the door.

Evan blinked a couple of times, as he witnessed the person before him.

"Uh, yeah." he replied.

"You're here for the art therapy session?" he asked.

Blair nodded in response.

"Then you're at the right place." Evan confirmed, stepping out of the way.

"Come on in, and just wipe your feet as you do."

"Technically." Evan replied.

"I'm also a volunteer/helper here." he told Blair.

"You know, gather materials, make sure things are set up, socialize with the people here, that sorta thing." he explained, as they walked further inside.

"But I also do some painting and such." he continued.

"I'm not that great at it, however." he added, scratching the back of his head.

"Clay?" Evan asked.

"Well, good thing that's a medium that's explored here." he told Blair.

"We have, like, one or two other people that dabble in it, as well." he said further.

"Anyway, you're pretty much just in time." he went on.

"Want something to drink?" he asked.

"We provide drinks here. Water, some juices, and a few pops, but it's nothing too extensive on that front." he admitted.

"Oh, all right then." Evan responded.

As they walked, he couldn't help but sneak furtive glances at Blair. All of Blair. The face, the chest, the rear, the legs... he had to admit, his hormones liked what he saw.

He then paused for a moment, and glanced down his front, before clearing his throat a little, and picking up his pace slightly.

"Come on, it'll be starting really soon!" he told Blair hastily.

"It's still a bit early, but you're the last one to show up, so when you get there, it can start, and we'll have more time." he reasoned.