Summer smiled as Forrest entered the room, some of his previous anxiety having dissipated at her response to him. "You're welcome," she replied, noticing his accent become a little thicker. As he sat down, sawdust came off his clothes and Summer could feel his embarrassment spike as he apologized and offered to clean it up before trailing off and telling Summer why he had come to see her. His emotions seemed to pour out of him while he talked, but she could feel him try to control them.
When he had finished making his request, Summer responded. "First off, don't worry about the sawdust. I can clean it up before I go home. In the meantime, it makes it smell a little nicer in here," she smiled at him, hoping he could tell that she was serious and that it really wasn't a problem. "As for working with you, of course I will. How would you want to do it?" she asked. She knew that her office wasn't what one would describe as a counselor's office, but then again counseling wasn't her primary responsibility here. But she would never turn down someone who had sought her out for help, and she wanted to make sure that Forrest felt comfortable wherever they ended up spending their time talking. "I know that this might not be the most comfortable or calming place to talk," she said as she gestured around her office, which had several bookcases full of books (plus a few collectable items).