Dean followed closely, leaning up against the wall beside Sheehan's door, looking more casual than he felt. He'd done all manner of things to try and save his brother before, but never had he actually, seriously considered therapy. Now? He was ready and willing to do whatever it took.
He didn't say anything, just knocked on the door and waited for the doc to show them in.
Lester greeted them both with a cordial smile, and his usual, soft-spoken manner. He gestured for them to sit wherever they liked, whether at the desk, or in the easy chairs on the other side of the office. "How can I help you, gentlemen?"