Lindsay just chuckled.

"Yeah, she's in that stage of her life." he said.

"It won't last for long, I'm sure." he went on.

He then sighed, got up from his chair, made his way to the fridge, and grabbed a drink out of it.

"Just hope she does well." he said.

"And at least Evan's not like that... not yet, anyway." he went on.

"He really clings to you, sometimes." he snickered.

"Ah, yes." Lindsay replied.

"You go and do that." he told her.

"I'll find some of the takeout menus for the sushi places we often order from." he said.

That's when they heard Kitt scratching at the back door, making disgruntled low yowling sounds.

"...and I'll let Kitt outside and possibly tumble with her." Lindsay then added. "Sounds like she has some pent-up energy she needs to let out."

After a couple of months, Lindsay decided that he would ask. They had an appointment that afternoon, which was the perfect opportunity.

Blair arrived, and made his way to Lindsay's office, where their session commenced. However, halfway through it, Lindsay leaned in a little closer.

"So... tell me, Blair." he said.

"How's your home life? Your family life?" he asked.

"One's life at home has an immense impact on a person, after all." he then reasoned.

"I want to make sure, is all." Lindsay responded.

"When one is going through a difficult time such as yourself, home life can have a dramatic effect on how one feels about oneself, and the decisions one makes." he continued.

"I've also noticed your mother tends to be very hard to get ahold of, on a regular basis." he said. "And she's often very late to pick you up, or you need to catch a ride with myself." he continued.

"Is everything all right with her?" he asked.

'...it all makes sense now.' Lindsay thought.

"That must be hard." he said.

"For the both of you." he said further.

"And her and your father are not together any longer?" he then asked.

"Do you feel comfortable sharing why that is?" he asked further.

"I see." Lindsay replied.

"A massive difference of opinion." he said.

"Well, as long as you realize it's not your fault." he told Blair. "I won't say you're not a key reason, but it is not your FAULT." he stressed.

"Regardless, thank you for opening up to me." he went on.

"May I propose something?" he asked.

"If it would make things easier for yourself and your mother, I can arrange drives back home for you, from your sessions here, and art therapy." he then offered.

Lindsay, in a bit of an impulse, gently put his hand on Blair's shoulder.

"Forget what your father wants." he said.

"I will help you put him in his place, as a shade of the past that shrivels up into nothing in due time." he told them.

"I'll mention the arrangement to your mother when she comes to pick you up, then." he then added.

"At any rate, let us continue." he said further.

With that, the two of them spoke for close to an hour, before the session had ended, and they exited the office.

"I think we made a lot of progress today." he said to Blair.

"Your mother should be here any minute as well." he continued.

"If you like, you can head to the den and chat with Evan if you like." he then added.

"I'll speak with her when she gets here." Blair heard Lindsay respond, as he went down the stairs.

He made his way to the den, where he saw Evan on the couch, with their large black feline on his lap... and most of the couch as well.

"Oh, hey." Evan greeted Blair when he saw them.

"Finished with the session?" he asked, as he nudged the feline a little.

The feline growled slightly, though it was more of a grumble, before it curled up a little, giving Blair room to sit on the couch.

Evan chuckled in response.

"She was looking for attention." he responded.

"Go ahead and give her a pet." he offered.

"She really likes attention, and she's grown to like you." he said. "Well, she's used to you being around, and you're friends with me... I assume... so she won't mind." he went on.

"You'll really get her liking you if you scratch right there." he added, gesturing to a spot just above the base of Kitt's tail.

Evan just shrugged.

"Your choice." he said.

He then reached over and scratched Kitt in the spot he had pointed out... resulting in Kitt making some happy noises, and noodling out a little.

"Heh." Evan chuckled.

"So is Dad driving you home again?" he asked Blair.