Andrew narrowed his eyes and stitched his eyebrows together, as his gaze shifted from Adam to the volatile Jin. He listened to her spill, and almost smirked at how little she understood about the life she was leading, and the road she was headed down. Instead of showing emotion on his face, he narrowed his eyes once more, and tugged at his shirt after she exploded on him about his statement.

"I'm not glad you're here. I'm not glad any of you are here. I would rather you be in some cookie cutter life, with some perfect parents and a perfect outlook on things, but you're not. For whatever reasons, you've come here for help. I am glad you're HERE…and not out there…or in a casket…", he explained, his tone almost fatherly as his blue eyes widened in defense, "They don't pay me…at all…I'm here for the same reasons you guys are. I have shit locked in here, too…"

He tapped at his temple, and took a deep breath. His eyes stayed on hers for a second longer, "Thank you, Jin…", he murmured, before glancing to the boy that began speaking. 

Ryland watched Andrew's face with her own blazing eyes, watching the way his chin and jaw moved when he spoke, as if he was burning to explode into a million pieces. He was hurt and troubled. He was just as broken, if not more broken than all of them. She shifted in her seat a bit, and Adam's eyes brushed across from Andrew, to her face, and he frowned.

"He's like…what…thirty?", he muttered to her quietly. She gave him a death glare, her green eyes threatening a storm if he didn't leave her alone. So, he did, but not without a last bit of an opinion, "And I'm pretty sure it's against the rules…"

"Shut up…good lord, do you ever shut up?", she hissed at him, as Andrew's eyes fell upon her briefly, after he gave a small speech to Jase.

"You don't have to be nervous here, Jase…", Andrew said softly, his eyes softening, "No one wants to 'fix you', here. And I expect you'll open up even more after a bit of conversation. We all will."

His warm smile extended as he raised his hand toward Ryland. She took an annoyed and shaky breath, but was quickly interrupted by Nicki standing up near her. She slumped and listened to him, and Andrew raised his eyebrows at how hostile a few of the members were today. He frowned, and sat up a bit straighter, "I don't think any of them will judge you, unless you're naming specifics, which we can do after the session…you know…to minimize the drama between us all. It can be stressful…", he cut himself off as the boy turned his music back on. Already a bit exhausted, Andrew pointed to Ryland again.

"I'm Ryland…Um…", she broke off, biting her lip and glancing down at her shoes, "I'm not on drugs or anything. I'm just alone. My doctor asked me to come here, because most of my time has been spent at home with my mom…", she explained, feeling stupid.

"Well…I don't see a reason why you shouldn't have come to us for help…", Andrew broke in.

"I don't need help. My doctor says I just need to see others struggling to learn that I'm alive, and for the most part healthy, and that it could be so much worse…", she explained nervously, before sitting down in her chair, not meeting Andrew's eyes, although his stayed on her face, blinking. He sighed.

"I'm a bit lost for words, there…", he whispered, "I hope that we can provide whatever you need, Ryland…"