Harry went rigid. "You mean... mind healing?"
Joel shook his head. "No... just counseling... talking. Me and you."
He didn't want to talk to anyone. "I don't know."
"Harry... you said you need help. I don't want you to fall back into the same pattern... the same addiction. You shouldn't have to drink to fall asleep. You shouldn't feel so anxious all the time. Maybe I could help you work through that, slowly... and at a pace you control."
Harry grimaced and looked around. What did he have to lose? "No... mind stuff?"
"None, unless you decide you want to try it."
"I won't. You can't see... that. No one can see that."
Joel nodded. "Even Draco?"
Harry blanched and met his eyes. "Draco?"
"Well... he obviously knows more Legilimency than I do."
Harry went cold. He never wanted to see it, again, either.
Joel's voice was tender. "We can talk about it... maybe in the future, okay? You don't have to decide now. Small steps are always better, Harry."
He breathed easier, and everything didn't seem as... suffocating. Maybe there was something to talking with Joel. "Okay."
"Okay... what?"
"We can... do... sessions."
Joel perked right up. "Harry... that's great! Sorry, I-I don't want to overwhelm you, but I'm really glad. Remember, we are just talking, nothing crazy. We stop at any time."
Harry smiled at his enthusiasm. "Okay, thanks."
"Why don't you go say hi to Draco? He's waiting for you. I tried... to loosen his muscles up, but he didn't like it," Joel said, with a frown.
Harry looked right at him. "He's okay, though?"
"Yeah, just sore and anxious about you. Do you want me to come in as a buffer?"
"No."
"Alright, well... he's still my noon appointment... so if you want to sit in."
Harry nodded that he understood, but he didn't agree. He already had plans that he didn't want to explain. Joel eventually turned and walked away. Harry removed the wards and walked to Nat's desk. 
She pretended like she hadn't known he was there. "Harry! I'm glad you're back!"
"Hi, Nat. Are you okay?"
"Of course, Harry... are you?" she asked, tentatively.
"I think so. What about Draco?"
"Don't worry, Harry. I made him drink all his potions and eat his meals."
He nodded. "Thanks, Nat. When do my appointments start up again?"
"Not for three more days."
Harry nodded. It was a nice break, but all he wanted to do was work with Draco anyway. He frowned as he acknowledged that fact. Some healer he was. He thanked her and turned back to Draco's room. He knocked on the door and heard a "come in" from inside. He hesitantly turned the handle and opened the door. 
"Harry?" Draco asked, from his wheelchair.
"Yeah," he mumbled and came in. He shut the door behind him. He didn't meet his eyes.
"You look tired," Draco stated.
"Yeah," he repeated. "I'm sorry I was gone so long."
"I'm not. I'm glad you took some time for yourself."