Talking to someone about personal issues of this sort always made him a bit anxious, and not having scheduled the meeting ahead of time felt like a misstep on his part. But Summer's friendliness eased some of his worries, and he came inside. "Thank you very much, 'preciate it Miss" he replied, his cadence and accent betraying his status as a Brit.
Talking his tool belt off his shoulder, he set it next to the chair across from her desk, then took a seat. The movement dislodged some of the sawdust clinging to his clothes- sending up a small cloud of the stuff. "Oh- shit- sorry!" he muttered, gripped by a wave of embarrassment as he wiped some sawdust from the edge of her desk. "Uh well I can all clean this up before I go, Miss. I can just grab something from the maintenance closet..." he said, realizing that the more he moved the more sawdust came off of him- so he might as well sit still.
Collecting himself for second, he said. "Right, so I'm here about daughter- Laura. She's 7 and has been having trouble since her mother died last year". He coughed into his fist, looking away as he mentioned his wife, suppressing the surge of sadness, before continuing. "So uhhh- she's been having trouble, and I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed- which is pretty obvious by now- and I needed some advice. And I heard that you're a Counsellor, and I was wondering if you could... Counsel... me" he said, smiling a little as he placed his hand on his chest to indicate himself.