tamgreen
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Toby clutched his vending machine treasures to his chest, feeling unexpectedly cleansed. Was getting help really as simple as asking for it?
He almost smiled. Almost. But the man's sudden hand on his shoulder made him flinch and reflexively pull away with a grim expression. He could justify the contact when it was a fight, but not when it was straight up friendliness. It was too strange, too new. So was saying "thank you" to anyone, so he didn't.
"See you," he mumbled, turning immediately to retreat down the hallway, eating his sandwich as he went. He could save half of this one for dinner.
Before he had taken a dozen steps, however, he found himself pausing to look back, still feeling a phantom warmth from that hand that had touched his shoulder in such an affectionate way. (Affectionate? Was that it? Was it paternal? Did he have any frame of reference for what "paternal" meant?)
Toby had expected Gerry would have run off by then, but the counsellor was still there, watching him go. A strange tickle crawled up his spine and neck as their eyes locked, and his heart sped up. Retreating from this feeling, Toby quickly turned back around and hurried faster down the hallway.
He did his best to do as Gerry had suggested, that afternoon in class. He listened. He looked for the lessons about succeeding. But in the end, he couldn't find anything that he could apply to real life. Iambic pentameter? Thermochemical equations? What use was any of this to his life? It was all just hoops to jump through to get that fucking piece of paper that might not end up doing him any good regardless.
But it was something. It would be an accomplishment.
He felt drained by the time three o'clock came around - putting in an effort took a lot out of him - but he decided to stay in the school library as long as he could. It was a way to avoid having to figure out what to do with the rest of his day, and he could get some homework done in case he didn't have many other opportunities.
When they finally kicked him out, Toby found himself mindlessly wandering back near the counsellor's office.
He almost smiled. Almost. But the man's sudden hand on his shoulder made him flinch and reflexively pull away with a grim expression. He could justify the contact when it was a fight, but not when it was straight up friendliness. It was too strange, too new. So was saying "thank you" to anyone, so he didn't.
"See you," he mumbled, turning immediately to retreat down the hallway, eating his sandwich as he went. He could save half of this one for dinner.
Before he had taken a dozen steps, however, he found himself pausing to look back, still feeling a phantom warmth from that hand that had touched his shoulder in such an affectionate way. (Affectionate? Was that it? Was it paternal? Did he have any frame of reference for what "paternal" meant?)
Toby had expected Gerry would have run off by then, but the counsellor was still there, watching him go. A strange tickle crawled up his spine and neck as their eyes locked, and his heart sped up. Retreating from this feeling, Toby quickly turned back around and hurried faster down the hallway.
He did his best to do as Gerry had suggested, that afternoon in class. He listened. He looked for the lessons about succeeding. But in the end, he couldn't find anything that he could apply to real life. Iambic pentameter? Thermochemical equations? What use was any of this to his life? It was all just hoops to jump through to get that fucking piece of paper that might not end up doing him any good regardless.
But it was something. It would be an accomplishment.
He felt drained by the time three o'clock came around - putting in an effort took a lot out of him - but he decided to stay in the school library as long as he could. It was a way to avoid having to figure out what to do with the rest of his day, and he could get some homework done in case he didn't have many other opportunities.
When they finally kicked him out, Toby found himself mindlessly wandering back near the counsellor's office.