The Focus of Concern
Chapter: Season Eight
Amy isn’t wrong.
I am traveling for a while, so I have scheduled comics to post while I do so. In the meantime, Exploding Rogue intern and super buddy, Matt Roberts will be watching things for me to make sure they post.
Wait, wasn’t he getting professional help once before? I recall him saying such once that he was getting thearpy or does she mean other types of professional help?
The professional help from before was Lenny the lich (Or something to that extent, it’s really late and I’m terrible with names), a DM, and probably just a cameo. It’s just a guy he bitched to about his players being awful, not actually a psychologist.
Oh, good. It wasn’t just me.
Here comes Lenny the Lich Therapist again!
That…isn’t probably going to go over well.
Dude just beat up a cardboard cutout redneck. You think he isn’t aware?
You really do, dude.
Sometimes you need to hear unpleasant news from people who love you. It’s tough to hear, but necessary.
This is the hardest thing to do: realize the other person is right and not hate them for it.
Legal help is also a possibility.
Perhaps she means professional retail marketing help or professional assassin help, besides therapy.
maybe both?
Assassinating Dove would be so therapeutic.
And by professional help she means a hit man… haha
If someone cares enough about you to give this kind of advice, take it. Speaking from personal experience, it really helps. A lot.
It’ll be interesting to see Sam go shopping for this help. There’s a few good therapists out there… and a whole pile of poor-to-bad ones that are just interested in medicating away an issue.
Been where Sam is. It’s…really not fun, realizing you can’t handle it on your own.
is she implying he has too much money?
As long as you don’t come back and find yet another exploded rouge and can’t find Matt your intern their shouldn’t be a problem… Does he actually play rogues?…… That could be very bad if their was an explosion while you were gone….
I play a gorgeous rouge.
But only one part of me is combustible.
Awwww… 🙁 The feelz…
I can see it now. Psychiatrist: Why are you hear? Brian: I have issues with self doubt and conflict. Psychiatrist: Did you come alone? Brian: No my friend, Santa Clause, drove me here. Psychiatrist: Let me make a few calls to some nice men in white coats.