Myung could be so cute in the way that everything in his house was so new, it was like having a curious child around. Then he remembered what the man had been through... prison wasn't exactly a place known for freedom or luxury. He hated to think what could have happened to him during his incarceration. Those memories... he wished he could just take them away from the man and let him live in peaceful bliss. Perhaps this only mirrored his own internal pain, and unbeknownst to Myung, he was helping the psychologist heal his own wounds. Just by being with someone who shared the same kind of hollow and painful memories.
Alder led Myung to the bathroom on the upper floor, opening the door for him with a warm and friendly smile, "Right through here. Let me know if you need any help alright? I will just be in my office so I can hear you if you just holler to me."
Alder led Myung to the bathroom on the upper floor, opening the door for him with a warm and friendly smile, "Right through here. Let me know if you need any help alright? I will just be in my office so I can hear you if you just holler to me."