1849/Mandated Psych Profile

Mandated Psych Profile
Date of Scene:	06 August 2017
Location:	Gotham City
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Insight, Nightwing

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Insight has posed:
    It's a cloudy day in Gotham. Rain teases and threatens in the heavy, dark clouds. Doctor Georgie Goodspeed stands in his large office staring out one of the windows into the garden. It's a Sunday, so the assistant is gone. Georgie is here because of a rather urgent request he received to do a psych profile.

    The door is open, as is mandated by the program. The door only closes when a patient is present.

    Georgie breathes a sigh as he continues to stare, not wanting to meet his own reflection. He looks haggard, tired and tense. At least he's out of the bandages and sling from getting whacked with Harley's bat. He's a quick heal, given what the reports said about the extent of his injuries. He flicks his gaze over to the clock and another sigh comes. It's almost time for the patient. A few deep breathes and his professional face finds it's way on, hiding the terror once more.

Nightwing has posed:
    The arrival of Richard Grayson is without fanfare. The outer office door opens with a small twist and a click, then in the doorway is the figure of the young man who is the reason for all this kerfluffle. The dossier on him was at the least interesting. Adopted ward to a rich man in Gotham. Former circus performer. Orphan. Now of late apparently a trust fund baby trying to find his way in the world, which apparently now means joining the Bludhaven P.D. for some reason. Some idea of trying to make his own way? While the very nature of this abrupt appointment on a Sunday belies that premise with a doctor ordered to not waste time.
    But then he steps into the room, pausing long enough to consider the empty receptionist desk and then to make his way over towards the open room where he sees the interior light on. It's to that door that he lightly raps his knuckles, announcing his presence with that and then a smile upon meeting Dr. Goodspeed's eyes.
    "Doctor? Hello, Dick Grayson. I believe we met already." That smile is there, lightly offered and a touch apologetic.

Insight has posed:
    By the time Grayson's eyes meet the doctor's, who is a full year younger than Dick, most of his professionalism is firmly in place. He might catch some of the small signs that most wouldn't though, such as the nervous start he gives at even the light rap on the door and the smile he gives now noticeably more forced than that he gave during the charity event.

    "Mister Grayson!" Georgie greets heartily. He moves over to offer his hand to the other man, shaking, if it's taken, with a couple of warm, practiced pumps. "You're right on time," he says as he starts to move over to his desk to check Dick in with a few clicks of the mouse. Above the desk, a picture of Georige hangs. He's dressed in a dapper looking suit, but he's wearing a domino mask. It's a picture of him in mid-stride looking confident. A master of the universe even. It's a very good picture. Perhaps more surprising, it was done by Damian Wayne, should Dick have had occasion to see the boy's artwork before.

    Done with the bit of business, he turns back to Dick and offers, "Before we begin, can I get you a coffee? Tea? Water or soda?"

Nightwing has posed:
    "Oh no thank you, I'm fine." The handshake is accepted, firm, unaggressive, two pumps and done. It's then that the young incognito vigilante looks around with an openly curious gaze, eyes lighting upon this point and that, letting his attention wander until it returns to the man and settles on him with the ease of an old friend, "And I'm terribly sorry about the hour of this appointment."
    He steps further into the room, "I made mention to a few acquaintances about my desire to enter the Academy next semester and they were thinking of trying to fit me in earlier, excited by the prospect. I tried to tell them not to, but you know how insistent some people can be." His smile is still there, though perhaps the apologetic aspect of it has grown ever so slightly.
    Dick steps further in and then asks, "So where would you like me? Do you have a proper head shrinking couch?" His lips curve a little wry.

Insight has posed:
    Georgie laughs and waves off the apology, countering with, "I went into this business to help make the world better. Assisting those that are in need when they have that need is a part of that. The police academy is as worthwhile as it comes." He gestures to the big overstuffed leather couch near the desk and with a laugh, assures, "I do indeed have The Couch. You get a punch for every head shrunk and after a hundred punches, you get the couch."

    He then gestures to a little area with a couple similar chairs facing the large garden window. He offers, "Most seem to like the chairs a little better. The garden is a little better view than the ceiling." He gives a roll of his shoulder. "But this is about you, Mr. Grayson. Where will you be most comfortable." He pauses a beat and adds with a laugh in his voice, "Given the circumstances."

Nightwing has posed:
    At the revelation of The Couch, Dick further moves into the office and he stuffs his hands into the pockets of his pants. He's dressed casual today, though not in jeans and the like. Tan chinos, brown leather belt, brown leather shoes, a striped blue and white shirt. He looks the image of the standard bon vivant child rushing around the world on someone else's money. All he'd need is a sweater casually wrapped around his shoulders and sunglasses settled on his head. But without those accessories it's perhaps not quite as egregious.
    A nod is given towards the chairs, "I do think the garden might be best. Though do you pay any mind to the whole couch theory? That people alter their answers when they can't see the reactions of their interrogator and have that to play off of?" Apparently he's made some study of the theory. "Or do you feel that it's essential for the doctor to observe the patient's own facial features?"

Insight has posed:
    When the nod is given to the chairs, Georgie moves towards one and runs his hands over the lush leather. "Your word choice is indicative of some of the issues with that theory. Interrogations are far different than therapy. Therapy is far from what we are here to do today. For either therapy or a true evaluation, there has to be a sense, however rudimentary, of trust and most can't develop that by immediately laying on the couch. Seeing me being engaged and paying attention is a good part of that process for both of us. For me to believe what you say, I have to trust you. To be truthful and open up, you have to trust me. I've found that, when there are people like Crane and Harley on the streets, people aren't as blind in their trust anymore."

    He makes a somewhat sour face and taps the chair. "Shall we overlook the garden and get started?"

Nightwing has posed:
    A small nod is given at the mention of those names, and there's a shadow in his eyes as he looks back to Dr. Goodspeed. He's perhaps aware of what has passed for the man, but does not bring it up and instead lets the matter lie for now. "Very true, Doctor." The young man steps to the side and moves to the left-handed chair that faces the garden, moving across the distance with an easy glide of a step, settling into the seat and looking to the other man as he sits in the opposite.
    At first he's sitting a bit forward, but with a conscious effort he pushes himself back into the curve of the chair, relaxing a little and letting his leg cross over his knee. He rests his hands in his lap, fingers interlaced. "Where do these things usually start? Childhood and all?" It's curious he opens with that, a subtle hint towards a desire to control the situation, to focus it, herd it, but couched in words to seem so polite and offer an illusion of control to the other participant. Classic really.

Insight has posed:
    Georgie takes his seat, leaning back with a sigh and wince, indicating his ribs might not be quite as healed as he otherwise lets on. He runs a hand through his hair and watches as Dick adjusts. A smile creeps over his lips and he shakes his head. "Don't force how you sit. Lean forward if that's what's comfortable right now. If you want to pace at some point, have at."

    The young doctor wets his lips and sprawls his own legs out as if he hasn't a care in the world. "Where I begin is by giving you some input as to what this is and what this isn't. Your childhood might come up, but that'll be a choice you make given the course of our conversation. This isn't me taking a bunch of notes and telling your superiors that you're a mess. I'm here to have a conversation and ensure what you answered in the prescreening exercises and the background check and all that jazz all mesh up. Sort of make sure good on paper is good as a man, if you will."

    He turns his head and watches Dick for a moment, giving a moment to digest the doctor's take on what this is. "Now. If you don't have any questions on that, how about we start with something easy. How was the trip over here?"

Nightwing has posed:
    As the doctor answers, Dick gives a nod of understanding, attentive and observing the other man. He smiles near the end and takes a deep breath, holding it, then releasing it gently as he seems to relax into the posture of the chair... becoming more at ease.
    "The trip over?" The young vigilante smiles and looks to the side, "Uneventful, a nice stroll. Weather's nice today." He looks up a bit as he conjures the memories forth, then tilts his head back to consider the profiling Mr. Goodspeed. "Saw a farmer's market on 9th Avenue, that was surprising. But kind of nice. Is that a regular thing you think?"
    He scritches his chin thoughtfully, a small bit of stubble is on his features as he hasn't shaved yet today.

Insight has posed:
    Georgie smiles as he sees Dick relax some. He glances over and then back towards the window. "A nice stroll. So you walked?" he tone indicates a hint of surprise, but also just a hint of pride and acceptance. He glances back over and offers, in the name of rapport, "I hope it's a regular thing. I know here at the University we've been pushing urban farms pretty hard. Like rooftops and whatnot. It could do a lot of good and fill a lot of empty bellies."

    His thumb traces the leather of his chair, his eyes flicking to the movement. "Do you have anyone waiting for you out there?" he asks, jerking his head towards the door and, ostensibly, the waiting room. He offers a warm smile as he offers, "I don't have to worry about a bunch of papparazzi and adoring fans accosting me when I leave later do I?" He's trying to be smooth as he gives a curious look then and asks, "Is that a thing? Being a Wayne and all? Do people bug you all that much?"

Nightwing has posed:
    "Well, took the train a bit, but walked mostly." Dick's answer is easily given, offered with that same calm tone. "I prefer it to driving when I can, traffic and all. Though I imagine sometimes it's faster. Like the feeling of moving forward though." He offers that insight as he leans forwards a little to rest his hands on the shin of his leg and pull it back a bit closer to him.
    "Yeah, Bludhaven doesn't seem to has quite as much of it, but perhaps they don't quite have the same draw. Though I think there's a communal farming thing just North of it isn't there?" He furrows his brow, as if giving thought to the logistics already of such a thing... only to be distracted by the later questions.
    "Oh ah, as to that no I don't think so. I mean sometimes it rears its ugly head and there are reporters, but usually only when something crazy is going on in Wayneland. But really I'm not bothered much by it. When I'm with Bruce most of the cameras are on him." There's a moment when more might be said but he forgoes it.

Insight has posed:
    Georgie listens, watching Dick as he speaks, providing small smiles and nods. His legs draw back closer to the chair and he leans a bit forward and towards Dick. He nods and baits, "It can't be easy being in such a big man's shadow. I mean I grew up in Gotham. Wayne is Gotham. Synonymous. Mr. Wayne, however... well... he gets a lot of press for being... well... a playboy and less than... let's call it punctual. As a police officer, one of the pretty large things I'm to look for is a sense of dependability, integrity..." He gestures to the clothes Dick wears, although his look doesn't seem condemning so much as challenging. "You certainly are dressing the part. Convince me that I can, with a straight face, tell the Bludhaven PD that you aren't like him." He pauses and ammends. "Or like his image at any rate. I've never had the pleasure, so have no real evidence based opinion."

Nightwing has posed:
    "Ah, well yes." Dick meets Georgie directly on the question, smiling a bit with a small touch of sadness to the curve of it. "It definitely overshadowed a lot of things. And I'd be lying to say that we haven't had disagreements about it before." The police officer applicant lifts a hand to rub at the back of his neck thoughtfully. "You have to understand that my initial upbringing was very... different than Bruce's. My family were entertainers, and we had to have a very strong work ethic even from a very young age."
    He pauses and looks down a moment, but then back up to Georgie with a brow furrowed, "But, Bruce... he never really had that to start. I mean, we share more things than are different, to be fair. And really the man I know isn't the one that's put forth by the newspapers, by rumours. The man I know has such sadness, and together we shared that sadness. Our parents, our lives changed."
    He takes a deep breath and tries another small smile, "I think we both deal with it differently. But you look at how he's depicted in the tabloids, and then compare it to his actions. The things he gets done with his charities, with his efforts to bring attention to causes, with the... truly amazing thing to take in a child who had just lost everything..."
    Dick shakes his head, "So if the Bludhaven PD wants me to be nothing like Bruce, then we may as well end this right here. Because my adopted father... I take a lot from him, and I'm proud of it. I'm my own man, but I'm lucky to have had him in my life."

Insight has posed:
    Georgie listens, really listens, as Dick puts it all out there. His expression is somewhat indecisive as he susses out for himself what to make of it all. He turns his head, looking out the window when Dick finishes. He chews his lower lip for a long moment, letting it have a moment to really sink in before he responds. Finally he admits, "The PD... any PD would be profoundly happy to have you, Mr. Grayson. I'm the only one you have to impress and even that's marginal. I highly doubt they'd accept my findings if I say anything other than acceptable."

    "I only say that to point out that I'm not here for the PD or for Mr. Wayne. Only you. You showed up and you are proving by word and deed that you are your own man and I am convinced of that." He glances over at Dick and the doctor asks, "Is that why you are wanting to be in law enforcement? Because of that shadow? Because of that pain? To be your own man? Is that proof of your courage?"

Nightwing has posed:
    The young man's hands flare somewhat to the sides as he looks away a little, as if dismissing his own words. "Perhaps in part." His smile returns a little as he looks back. "I think it was... that I have been spending time in Bludhaven, trying to find the path I intend to take, trying to consider what I should do. With my connections and my family, almost anything I tried to do would have some measure of presumption to it, about my actual efforts to get there."
    He smiles a little further and looks back towards the garden. "Of course Bruce wished for me to take a position in the company. And I considered furthering my schooling. But after spending some time here I felt that although Gotham needs help. It's not the only city that does. And with things in the Bludhaven PD right now... I'm hoping maybe to make a positive change there. I was intending to do it on my own merit and transcripts, but word got out and now... maybe some people imagine it's a publicity thing."
    He shakes his head and looks back to the Doctor, "But I really am intending to try and make a positive difference, something of my own."

Insight has posed:
    The doctor's eyes narrow just a touch as Dick talks about making a positive change. His lips turn down at the corners and he chews his lower lip, weighing those words against his need to see Dick as someone who will work well in an already established chain of command. He draws a breath and lets it out, his own gaze moving to the window as Dick's turns to his, not wanting to meet the other man's gaze just yet. "What sorts of positive changes do you think that a single man can make, Mr. Grayson?"

Nightwing has posed:
    The smile brightens a little as he says, "Oh you know, there's that story of the kid on a beach after a storm?" Dick leans back in his chair, arms folding over his chest. "Hundreds and hundreds of horseshoe crabs are washed ashore, struggling to move in the sun to get back to the water, most of them failing."
    He looks towards the garden a moment, then back. "An old man's walking along the beach and sees a kid who is methodically picking up the crabs one at a time and putting them back into the surf. The old man walks up to the kid and asks him why he's doing that? There's so many, he can't possibly make a difference."
    Dick waves his hand again, dismissing his own words again, "The kid looks at the old man and tells him, 'It makes a difference to that one.'"

Insight has posed:
    While he smiles a little at the anecdote, Georgie flicks his attention back to Dick. "Very poetic. Someone was very wise, but I'm only actually interested in you. Speak plainly, because I promise you that you don't want to know where a shrink will take someone with your history using an anecdote about a boy on a beach after a horrible storm and how I might construe an old man to be Mr. Wayne. I need to see you, Mr. Grayson."

    His gaze remains on Dick this time, his face set and firm. He isn't quite demanding, but certainly daring him to open up just a little more. He leans a little more towards Dick in his chair, elbow propping on the arm of his chair.

Nightwing has posed:
    A breath is taken and held for a moment, his eyes lowering in introspection as directed. He hmms and looks up, "To be fair I do want to embark on something that is wholly my own, and probably not for the exact reasons one might assume. But I do want to make a change for the good for people, to help them, to have a feeling that what I'm doing matters."
    He scratches the back of his neck and looks up, "I mean on an intellectual level I know that chairities, balls, whatever... that they do a huge amount of good and have sweeping effects beyond what I could ever do alone as a police officer. But I want to /know/ that I'm doing good, to deal with palpable things each day and to look forward to going to work and be proud of it. Being a socialite... being a figure held off in the distance? That doesn't fit that bill for me."

Insight has posed:
    Georgie nods as he sees Dick do as he urged. He doesn't smile, the subject far too sensitive for him to worry much about himself. He nods a little more, giving proper respect to the situation Dick finds himself in. He lets Dicks' words hang for a moment before he says quietly, "It is a tough spot. Yet your choice is leading you into a job that is ultimately dangerous, incredibly so with the profound threats created by mutants, aliens, metas, demons and whatever else they say is lurking out there. I mean, if you've watched the news lately, even a chump like me can get in over his head at the whim of some psycho."

    He pauses, something flashing in his eyes. It's brief, somewhere caught between rage, terror, and determination... or perhaps all three cycling like a kaleidoscope. A deep breath and then, "I don't disagree that as a police officer would do what you want it to, but as a therapist, I have to at least put out there that as a peace officer, you are part of a massive bureaucracy complete with its own culture, its own traditions and behaviors. Even it's own propensity for corruption, which just ratchets up the danger even further. Idealism finds it harder to survive such a grinding juggernaut." He shrugs then and gives it a moment. He looks like he could go on with something, the hope in his eyes nearly telling a story of some sort. Without words, it's enough to tell Dick that this doctor at least, believes in him. Instead of adding words to that look, he gives a soft laugh and looks back to the window. "Just a few more questions on a couple topics and we'll be done, Mr. Grayson."

Nightwing has posed:
    For a time it's Dick's turn to observe the other man, to gauge his reaction to the moment and the question choices offered before him. He smiles but it's a mildly pained smile as he looks to the side, rubbing the back of his neck as he ponders what is set before him. He looks back to the young Doctor and murmurs, "Doc, no offense but I think no man can really state how they're going to react to those big life-defining moments and choices. I mean, I like to think I'll be able to endure, to hold my own against the possibilities of corruption, that I'll be able to be a moral individual. I plan to be. Do I plan to take down the entire department in some sort of one man's crusade?"
    There's a pause and he shakes his head, "No. I know that there may be situations where I will be hard pressed with very tough decisions. I hope I'll be able to stay strong and have pride in myself afterwards. But right now... I don't know who I will be at that point. I hope I'm good enough."
    He smiles faintly and shakes his head, "I hope I'll be able still look myself in the eye in the mirror in the morning. But if you view that as dissembling or whatever, m'sorry."

Insight has posed:
    Georgie remains looking out the window for a long while. He listens, his face giving every indication of hanging on every word. He ends up looking over at Dick again. With earnest honesty he says, "I take no offense, but what you say no man can do, I'm paid an awful lot of money to do. I'm here to judge how I think you'll react and give my professional opinion on it." He sighs softly, but doesn't break eye-contact. "I'm not your therapist and that's where my warning was couched. Not to judge, but to offer perspectives so what you choose is truly yours and made with premeditation and deliberate logic and judgment." He pauses and thinks a moment before saying, "But. I am not your therapist. I'm just... someone that's always looked up to you and I'm really not being professional in that regard. For that, please accept my most sincere apologies."

    His eyes get sad as they flick back to the window. He draws a deep, steadying breath and says, "Mind if we move on, Mr. Grayson?"

Nightwing has posed:
    "Looked up to me?" Dick seems taken aback for a moment, but then he nods, "Certainly, we can do that." He sits forwards and gives a nod as he uncrosses his legs then recrosses them reversed. "Sorry, I'll try and take this for what it is and not give myself to flights of fancy."
    A moment passes and then he gives a small shrug, "Though hey, maybe I should see a therapist over time. I've just been a fairly introverted person at times." There's a pause then his lips twist into a grin, "I mean, when I'm not out going to balls or auctions or parties or whatever."

Insight has posed:
    Georgie nods, turning his blue eyes to Dick once more. He gives a complicated smile and confides, "Mr. Wayne isn't the only person that adopted you, Mr. Grayson. All of Gotham did. I'm a part of that too."

    He clears his throat and laughs softly. "Most everyone should seek therapist. To be a therapist, you're required to." He gives a shrug and refocuses. "Okay. Next let's talk about your relationships outside of Mr. Wayne. Significant others, specifically. Being a peace officer comes with a lot of stress and you'll be exposed a great deal of darkness. Is this something you've considered and come up with a plan about?"

Nightwing has posed:
    At first Dick sort of smiles, but there's a touch of colour to his cheeks and his eyes glisten for a touch, then they lower and he heaves a breath. A small chuckle and a shake of his head is given, "That's a kindness, Doctor Goodspeed." He says of the man's words, but then looks up. "But I was just a kid, and it was... good to have the positive feelings of everyone. It really helped."
    But then he takes another breath and gives a small forced chuckle and shakes it off, "Actually, yes. I've thought about it of late. I am seeing someone fairly regularly and we've talked about it. About how hard it is to be a police officer. She has some experience with family being in the force, and there are some things that we both know we're going to have to deal with."
    He splays his hands as if trying to caution the doctor. "I know there's no real way we can make one hundred percent sure we're ready to deal with it. But we've talked about it in depth. I think that's the best thing we can do."

Insight has posed:
    Georgie seems to not really want to let the previous subject goes, but he does. It's really more of a conversation between friends and not here.

    He becomes more focused as Dick talks about his girl. Most wouldn't notice, but Dick isn't most and notes a touch of disappointment as some old, half remembered dream is crushed. He smiles at the end and confides, "That's probably the healthiest thing you could have told me. You never know what's coming and the habit of good communication with this woman is probably the most important thing you can do. Especially when there is a lot you can't talk about, making sure to be there and present for the things you -can- talk about is critical."

    "Next, lets talk about mutants. Back before we were born, it was all about race, but now we have the addition of metas and mutants and aliens. In your line of work, you will be tossed in the deep end with those various groups." A smirk appears as he jokes, "Because humans weren't bad enough already." He pauses and asks, "So with that in mind, as a member of the Bludhaven PD, how do you see your duty regarding those groups and humanity at large? Especially given that some consider themselves above our laws, indulging in criminal activities, such as vigilantism and other more traditional crimes."

Nightwing has posed:
    "Aww man," Dick smiles sidelong to the other young man, shaking his head as he looks to the side, then rubs at the back of his neck. "This is going to sound terrible, but... some of my best friends are meta people?" He offers a small laugh and takes a deep breath, then sighs. "But really with the people that Bruce has helped, the causes he's taken up, the funding to various institutions. I've spent a lot of time with some of the more prominent people in the meta human community and really... I feel at ease."
    He refolds his hands in his laps, fingers interlacing. "I hope I can be a good and reasonable individual when dealing with the difficulties and strains that people have interacting with each other. I hope in some ways my patience will translate. I hope that my perspective will give me a way of looking at things that isn't as common out there and then... yeah. I would love to make the world a better place, but I'll settle for making what difference I can for those around me."
    Another pause and he takes a breath, "Man that sounds arrogant."

Insight has posed:
    Georgie nods along, seeming pretty satisfied with Dick's answer. At the pause and drawn breath, he laughs a little and says, "Dreams always are. But then, if everyone dreamed of mediocrity, where would we be then?" He pauses, and again in the spirit of rapport, offers, "My Dad always used to say, 'Reach for the stars, Georgie. If you come up with only the moon, that's still pretty damn okay."

    He pauses and then asks, "So alternatively, having such a close relationship with so many metas, there are always hate groups that are wanting to burn this group or that. Since you cleave so strongly to the target, will you be able to keep your cool when they're being targeted?"

Nightwing has posed:
    A nod is given almost immediately, "I have no qualms about protecting people from each other, whatever their reasons. I really... I mean, people are people. I've met wonderful people from all walks of life, and terrible people as well. I hope I'll be able to cultivate my sense of justice, to recognize when people have a grief and to not allow my affection or dislike for one group of people or another to shift my judgement. I want to be fair, and I know that being human that's not entirely likely. But I do plan to strive for it."
    He gives a small shrug, "I know that's often not the answer a lot of people are looking for but it's really the only one I can give." Dick smiles towards Georgie and glances again to the garden, "I think fanaticism for any cause can be a horrible thing. But I think I plan to protect people first."

Insight has posed:
    Georgie nods his head looking thoughtful as he hears Dick out. He chews his lower lip for a moment and offers, "Fortunately, I'm not a lot of people and am only interested in your truth. Doesn't matter what that truth is as much as your willingness to give it. That was pretty much my last question and I don't mind saying that I find you acceptable." He glances over at Dick and confides, "Which is to say, I trust you with my life." He rises and moves over to offer a hand to help Dick up. "Thank you for your time, Mr. Grayson."

Nightwing has posed:
    Rising to his feet, Dick extends his hand to the other man, clasping for a moment in celebration as he smiles while meeting the man's eyes. "Thank you Dr. Goodspeed, I really appreciate it." He rests a hand on the man's shoulder and there's a moment where his brow furrows but he gives a nod. "This was really good, we should talk again." He squeezes Georgie's shoulder and pats it once, then turns to move towards the door.
    "Please take care, Doctor." He turns around as he steps to the doorway, pausing as he reaches for the knob. He lifts his chin, "Want this open or closed?" He asks, signalling his desire to do either as he departs.

Insight has posed:
After checking his watch, Georgie murmurs, "Closed if you would." He pauses and then also offers, "My assistant should be around before the semester starts." He crosses over and offers Dick a card. "If anything comes up before that though, feel free to give me a call." He smiles a little easier and pats Dick's shoulder this time. "You take care too, Mr. Grayson. You should hear the official word on Monday, I'd guess." With that, he closes the door himself and goes back to the important business of brooding.