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For the first time in a while there's a Michelle in the bar. She's got her laptop open and is looking for ideas.

Be careful, you might just wind up in her article.

But anyway, she's also got chips and salsa and is willing to share.

"Well it's nice to know that when I finally try and start taking your advice it's not good enough for you."

"My advice? I doubt I'm the only person to suggest that you should talk to someone."

"No, you're not, but you've probably mentioned it about as often as anyone else, or more. Nice to know my effort's appreciated," he snaps, starting to slide out of the booth.

"Jack, wait, don't leave."

He pauses as he starts to get up, considering for a moment whether he should just keep going.

In the end, he sighs and sits back down heavily. "Yes?" he asks tersely.

She doesn't really want to apologize but he's right that she should just accept him starting to get help, even if it's a great way to never see results.

"I'm sorry, you're right, it's a good thing that you're starting to talk to someone."

"Apology accepted," he says, though it's clear from his tone that he's still pissed off.

She rubs her eyes, "Just a little worried about you."

He sighs. "Yeah, well, you can stop worrying. I've survived this long."

She tries not to be hurt by his answer, it doesn't quite work and a retort comes to her mind. She luckily has enough of a self preservation instinct that she doesn't say it.

"Maybe it's better if we talk tomorrow because obviously you're in no mood to talk right now."

"Obviously not. I'll see you around, Michelle," he says, sliding out of the booth and heading for the lake door.

"See you around," she answers trying to figure out that conversation went so wrong so fast.

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