Theo was comfortable meeting people in Finnigan's and, as always, was pleased to be able to tell his therapist that he'd been being social and with someone he didn't really know very well too; the therapist did seem to like the idea of him making new friends, even if Theo had no idea why he even had the old ones he did. It looked as well as though that number had further decreased now too; he hadn't heard from Ernie in some time and no one had told him the other was in any trouble, so he was beginning to realise that Ernie had done the sensible thing and cut ties with him. Theo didn't blame him but he did struggle to ignore the choked feeling he had when he thought about not seeing him anymore.
He entered the place with his nightmare drawings in a spelled binder, keeping them straight and flat and neat even if it had been raining, purely for Bryony's benefit than because he felt that the scrawls deserved any such treatment. He hated seeing them because everytime he did he had that sick feeling in his stomach like when falling of a broom or rolling out of bed, a sensation of falling that didn't feel as much an antithesis to the birds as it should have done. He didn't think that he should be taking a picture from the girl either, not without paying her for her trouble and he hadn't even seen her work yet. His was the expulsion of a horror that haunted him and he felt a little like he was tainting her even handing it over. Hopefully it would lose it's power to be harmful when it was in her hands.
He scouted around for the girl a little and then wandered over to the Corner to start looking, pleased when he saw that he wouldn't have to keep looking. He didn't order a drink yet, hoping to pay for hers, and came up to her, clearing his throat to get her attention. "Miss Capper?" he asked tentatively, not wanting to startle the wrong person.