“Sorry, didn't mean to get so emotional," he told her, wiping his cheeks up too.
“Me neither, I really thought the two of us were just going to have a conversation," she laughed.
“That was a conversation I think I needed," he admitted.
Doc Jones glanced at the room where she did most of her listening. “Do you want to take it in there, or do you want to sit out there? Either one is fine with me, wherever you feel most comfortable. I think we may have made a breakthrough with you."
He did too, but he was scared to say anything. Sometimes giving voice to your fears or your successes made them go away, in his mind. Layne only nodded slightly. “I think I might like to sit out there."
“Then that's what we'll do."
“You mind if I get some more orange juice?"
“Help yourself," she told him, w
