Martin reluctantly hung up the pay phone near the doors with a sigh and listened to the quarters clink on down. He'd just wanted to talk to his dad, maybe get some of the mess in his head sorted out, but he'd gotten a total brushoff and didn't want to waste any more money. It wasn't an emergency or even anything he could quite put his finger on, but something in the back of his mind had been bothering him since this morning and he couldn't seem to shrug it off.

On any normal day he would have tried to ignore it, maybe clamp on some headphones and let Eminem drown it out, but...

There was always that one counselor, Kang. He'd always been pretty decent to everybody. Tavros didn't really need much, just maybe to ask a few questions, get this weird feeling off his chest, and then he'd stop bothering everyone.

He rolls to Kang's office, hesitates briefly by the door. When he doesn't hear any voices, he peeks in.

"Uhh... sorry to bother you. Do you think, maybe, we could talk? I mean, unless you're busy."