Six months after Kutner tried to kill himself, he was sitting on the curb outside the out-patient facility, waiting for his ride.
He purposefully gave himself about an hour after he was being released to just sit with himself and make sure that he was actually ready to do this. Sure, he still had to go back for sessions, and he knew that eventually he was going to have to leave and start living on his own, but he wasn't sure if he was ready for it to happen yet. He wasn't really sure he was ready for anything.
But he had made it to the curb. That was a step. He was sitting here and waiting instead of disappearing. Also a step. He just had to keep making steps, and that included hoping that Remy would actually come and pick him up and not still be pissed at him.
It's possible. He'd still be pissed at him.
He was just really hoping she wasn't.
He purposefully gave himself about an hour after he was being released to just sit with himself and make sure that he was actually ready to do this. Sure, he still had to go back for sessions, and he knew that eventually he was going to have to leave and start living on his own, but he wasn't sure if he was ready for it to happen yet. He wasn't really sure he was ready for anything.
But he had made it to the curb. That was a step. He was sitting here and waiting instead of disappearing. Also a step. He just had to keep making steps, and that included hoping that Remy would actually come and pick him up and not still be pissed at him.
It's possible. He'd still be pissed at him.
He was just really hoping she wasn't.