Chapter 12
“I will.” 4
Quinn takes a few days to gather his courage before knocking lightly on Skylar’s cracked door.
“Skylar?” Quinn asks, hesitant as he pushes Skylar’s door open further. Skylar sits on the window seat, both knees drawn up, chin resting on top. The sun’s rays filter through the clouds outside and dapple his dark hair, setting it alight with life. It would be a pretty scene if not for the air of depression that surrounds Skylar.
Skylar cocks his head without taking his eyes off the outside world, turning a bit toward Quinn to show he is listening. It isn’t nearly enough but it is something. At least his words are still reaching Skylar, even in his current state. He shudders at the thought of what Skylar could be like after another week of this. The thought hardens his resolve.
“Skylar, what do you…do you maybe want to see a therapist?” That didn’t come out quite as eloquent as Quinn had hoped. At least he said it though, that’s what matters.