Frankly, the way this had all fallen into place so quickly was a little weird. A brand new therapist suddenly ready for appointments tying in so neatly with the fact that Shaun had gotten sick enough of the tension surrounding things that he'd dragged Emmett on a grocery run to tell him, in no uncertain terms to man up, and then dragged JACOB out to tell him to get his own shit together as well as "getting his brat in line" was definitely strange, wasn't it? As if somehow, someone had been conspiring with the universe.
But, weird as it was, Jacob had taken advantage of the moment when he saw it, snagged the first appointment that they had open, and offered to give his son a lift to school. He didn't add that he'd be doing it a little later UNTIL they got near the office building, and didn't add that it was for an appointment for them both UNTIL they were both in the door and signing in.
By that time, well. Point of no return, wasn't it?
Sure, he felt a LITTLE bad Emmett looked freaked out at the prospect, and the last therapist had turned out to be pretty awful for him in the end, but you didn't stop climbing roofs because you fell off once, now did you? Not when the view, and the experience were so RIGHT at least. And if he was freaked out to the point it might cause any problems, Scout would let both of them know.
At the moment, Emmett was simply sitting quietly, fiddling with a cup of takeout tea, occasionally glaring daggers at his father, when he thought Jacob didn't notice. Of all the ways to start his morning, of all the ways to spend his LIFE, therapy wasn't up there, but he guessed he'd tolerate the one time, just to let his father get whatever this was out.
After all, it wasn't like he had anything much to say about the way things were, just had to put up with it.
Jacob would admit it was a little mean, but then again, sometimes you had to be to get a point across, and honestly, it didn't look too bad here. He'd admit the blanket fort was a fun touch.