It'd been a bad morning that led into a worse afternoon and the evening was edging closer to a breakdown, which meant he wasn't going to get much sleep that night, setting tomorrow up on the same path. And the glitter had nothing to do with it. At least it kept him from wanting to drown himself in the showers, because that wouldn't be a very dignified way to go.
When Skye had mentioned the new counselor after their shared Ancient Runes class and encouraged him to go, Bucky had been opposed. He had talked to enough professionals, and it hadn't really helped with anything but building his distrust. Talking couldn't really change things, and accepting shit and moving on was the only way he'd make it through the year. But when a second year had bumped into him and he barely managed to stop himself from attacking on reflex, he knew removing himself for the safety of others was the right thing to do.
Except he didn't really know what he was supposed to do when he got there, staring at the sign on the door for several minutes. He should walk away. It'd just be a waste of her time. Bucky knocked and waited.