"How was it?" he enquired as they followed Neku's parents to the car.
"Odd." Neku admitted. "They asked me questions about whether I knew Shiki would call and why I didn't lock my bedroom door and stuff. But they said they'd help me find someone to talk to."
Joshua nodded. "That seems like a good idea."
By the time they'd discharged Neku and referred him to the crisis team, it was the late afternoon. He was said to have made a very good recovery, at least physically. Joshua watched his slightly shaky steps, an arm hovering, ready to reach out and help if he did fall, but cautious of making actual contact.
They were quiet on the drive back to Neku's house. Most of the things they really needed to talk about didn't seem appropriate with Mr. and Mrs. Sakuraba in the front seat. They hadn't spoken much about Neku's attempt, though they'd both cried and hugged him and expressed words of relief when they'd come at visiting time to find him up and talking with Joshua. They'd tried to act norm