Jay’s fingers tapped against his knees, his legs bouncing rapidly underneath his hands.
Garmadon sat opposite him, relaxed against the chair he was sitting in. “Thank you for seeing me Jay,” he began, offering him a warm smile, “I know it’s mandatory, but I appreciate it nonetheless, you are, of course, more than welcome to request someone else.”
Jay shook his head, his fingers now intertwined, his eyes darting around the room. “I– I’m fine,” he mumbled. “It’s cool.”
“Let’s start then,” he continued, “Remember, anything you say in this room will stay in this room.”
Jay shrugged, “Yeah it’s fine,” he mumbled, his hand floating to his collar. He fidgeted with his shirt, “It’s not like I really have anything to talk about you know? I didn’t lose my parents, or my memories, or nearly lose my sister or go to the underworld or anything really,” he rambled, his eyes looking everywhere but Garmadon. “Even being a ninja hasn’t been that bad, a few bumps and bruises sure but we made it out… mostly.”
“You don’t need a disaster to need help Jay,” Garmadon explained.
He shrugged again, “Well sure but it’s not like I really need any help,” he gestured wildly with his hands, “Nothing’s wrong with me.”
“So what?” Garmadon replied, “Jay, there doesn’t need to be anything wrong with you for you to seek help. You can talk about anything you want, or nothing at all, I am here to listen. To guide and offer advice if you need it.” He paused, letting his words sink in, “I am here for you, Jay.”
Jay’s hands stilled on his knees, the bouncing of his leg softening. “But there’s nothing wrong with me,” he mumbled, lowering his head, “You’d be better off helping the others,” his voice shook, “I’m not worth it.”
“Jay, you are worth it,” Garmadon affirmed. “You are always worthy of help. And I will always listen to you.”
“For real?” Jay asked, mumbling under his breath.
Garmadon leaned across, gently placing his hand on Jay’s, “For real.”