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[ Nill introduced him to the agency, promising him that it wouldn't be a bad experience to just go in and talk to the guy. Apparently he trains some of the dogs himself, which is why there are so few to choose from, but even if it didn't work out on his first visit he'd help him in the long run. With Nill's experience in the field, Heine trusts her word.

That doesn't mean he isn't stressed about it. After years of coping with his problems by himself, asking for help or admitting he needs it at all throws of the precarious routine he maintains most days.

The appointment he makes is later in the morning to avoid crowds on their way to work. When he arrives he's not sure where to go and ends up waiting in the reception area, standing by an empty desk with his hands in his pockets. ]

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[ Heine lifts his hand from Cerberus and returns to a more neutral position. He did like that dog, probably more than he's liked any other dogs, but he was only the third out of the selection Eames apparently has.

Going through the rest of the tenants of the kennel, Heine's opening up more to the idea of training and buying a service dog. Eames was right. There's something about dogs, their non-judgmental natures and willingness to reassure him even on their first meeting.

Once he's met all the dogs Heine pauses. The dogs were all nice, but it was definitely Cerberus who was the easiest to connect to. Something about his personality, if not his looks. ]

Is there any trial period?

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[Even though it felt slightly useless to do so, Eames brought out the rest of the dogs, but none of them seemed to make Heine as relaxed as Cerberus had. He supposed, given how Nill dressed, Heine would have a certain style he was drawn to.

At the question, he sat down on the bench near him, humming slightly.]

In a sense, yes. Some dogs aren't cut out to be service dogs, and usually they wash out in a few months of training.

[He paused, so that there would be more weight to his words.]

But a service dog isn't something I would recommend getting if you're thinking it's going to fail already. If you wind up regretting getting one, the dog suffers for it too.

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[ Heine doesn't quite move away from Eames, though the instinct is to draw into himself. He can't help being this tense. Eames isn't familiar at all yet. ]

I don't think it's going to fail.

[ Heine tilts his head down slightly. He wants help. It's just hard to admit it or reach out for a hand. ]

Yeah. I think I'm ready.

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[The first step to getting help was admitting there was a problem, and from what Nill had told him, such a feat was like pulling teeth to get from Heine. Except in pulling teeth there were tools, schools you could go to in order to learn the correct way to pull teeth. So when Heine ducked his head down, Eames nodded, even though Heine couldn't see it most likely. A small hum escaped him, a thoughtful noise, just to let Heine know he was listening.]

Wonderful. Did you like any of them?

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[ All the dogs were nice. Heine assumes they all have the possibility of becoming service dogs. Of them, Heine remembers one in particular. ]

The third dog. What did you call him?

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Cerberus. I thought it'd be difficult to forget a name like that.

[Still, Eames grinned as he clapped Heine lightly on the shoulder, standing up.]

I like to conduct a house visit before I turn him over to you, and either me or one of my employees will drop by on the weekends to continue Cerberus' training. Would that be acceptable?

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[ It seemed like Eames tried to give names that were hard to forget to all of the dogs, which ended up having the opposite effect.

But a house visit, then more training, then he'll have a service dog. Hopefully. If all goes well. ]

I start living with him immediately?

[ That seems... kind of fast. ]

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Not right away. I need to do a home inspection first, then once I sign off he can go home with you. But at least today, I can give you a list of things that you'll need.

[He headed towards the door, knocking on it lightly to help Heine follow him out.]

Would this weekend give you enough time to get things in order?

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[ The list will be a good start. Heine gets up, stretching automatically as he does. Sitting for any periods of time longer than 15 minutes tends to make old scars feel stiff. ]

Yeah, I can be ready by Monday.

[ Over the weekend he'll ask Badou to drive him to a pet store along with the grocery store. And on Monday he'll have—someone come over. Which is weird. The last person to visit was definitely Nill. ]

Who are the other people who train dogs here?

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Excellent. Follow me, if you please.

[He headed back towards the front desk, where they had enough blind clients come through that he'd had some of their literature printed out in braille. It was expensive, but not as bad as buying the damned machine himself and typing things out. Besides, Arthur tended to find any typos he had done and needle him mercilessly about them, so it was best to leave such things to professionals.

He dug around for the pamphlets, answering the question breezily enough.]

Arthur and Ariadne. Most likely you'll meet them soon enough, since they cover for me if I can't make it to a training session. They're a bit cheeky, but good at their job.

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[ Following Eames' voice and his memory of the hallways, Heine finds his way to the room, taking the pamphlets and tucking them under one arm for now. ]

What do you mean, cheeky?

[ Eames seems kind of... 'cheeky', himself. But if it's for this dog, ultimately, Heine thinks it might work out. ]

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You know, too witty for their own good.

[He opened his schedule book, flipped to Monday idly.]

I'm open in the afternoon. Would two o'clock work for you? If not, Ariadne is working that morning, and you can meet her for yourself.

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Afternoon works.

[ Heine doesn't always get up in the morning, let alone in a timely manner. He's more likely to be up at 2PM. ]

You have my contact information, right?

time skip???

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Of course. I'll call half an hour before I arrive just to give you a reminder.

[He leaned against the counter, smiling slightly.]

It was nice to meet you Heine. I'll see you on Monday.

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[ Monday it is. Heine bids him a curt farewell and sets out to make his way home. The list gets handed to Nill when she visits; their trip to the pet store is long but fruitful. And somewhat chaotic, but they don't get kicked out, so Heine counts it a victory.

Nill helps him dog-proof his house, which is a real help, though apparently his practice of taping and hiding cords so he won't trip regularly is useful as well.

Home alone when the time of their appointment comes, Heine has eaten lunch... or breakfast, since it was his first food of the day, and he figures he's presentable when he responds to the doorbell. In his own space he doesn't wear the sunglasses or use his guide cane. The only strange things inside now will be Eames. ]

Hey. Come in.

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Hello. This is a nice place you have.

[Eames observed as he followed Heine inside, looking around at the house. More so than most, there were adequate walking paths, everything taped out of the way and to the side.]

Are you always this organized?

[He asked half out of amusement, and also to know what Cerberus could expect. Messy houses weren't a problem to him, so long as he knew and could train for it adequately.]

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It's that or bruise my shins every day.

[ Hopefully Eames isn't so stupid as to try and move any of Heine's things, but if he works with visually impaired people regularly, he should know better. Heine gestures for Eames to follow him further in. ]

You want a drink or something? Water?

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Water would be lovely, thanks.

[Eames, wisely, kept his hands in his pockets, looking around at everything curiously.]

How long have you lived here?

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[ Heine lets Eames follow him to the kitchen, where he opens a cabinet and fetches a glass. His own drink is on the coffee table in the living room; he has a TV for audio and video with additional narration, though he'd been reading more instructions about keeping a dog when Eames arrived. ]

Five years now. [ Gesturing around the kitchen, he continues, ] I moved cleaning materials into that cabinet so I could lock it. Bed and food and water bowls are in that corner.

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[Eames took stock of everything, wandering around to get a layout of the house, nodding his head approvingly. It was good that it seemed like Heine was stable, and had put real roots down here. And that he was making an effort.]

You really read everything thoroughly, didn't you?

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Yeah, well. [ Heine remains standing where he is, shrugging and assuming that Eames can see the movement. ] You wrote everything thoroughly.

[ After years of therapy both physical and psychological, Heine has settled, finally. He won't go back to how he was living before. ]

So, what's the verdict?

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Let me check into the bathrooms, closets, and backyard just as a precaution, but so far it looks fine.

[It seemed like Heine had taken everything to heart, which was good to know. He wandered around the house to check, humming thoughtful.]

For training visits, are you fine with them being here? And what days work best for you?

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Right.

[ Heine points him to the half-bathroom; the house is all on one level except for the basement and his own bathroom is on the other end of the house near his bedroom. The backyard is at the back. Heine lets Eames out there to look at the (admittedly ragged) yard last. ]

I'm fine with you or the other trainers coming in. I help this guy at his music school some days, but most of the time I'm free.

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[Everything seemed to check out, and pleased, Eames headed back to the kitchen to drink down the water politely as he went through the checklist mentally.]

Music school? What instruments do you play?

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Piano. Pretty badly. I think he brings me in to make the kids who don't practice feel guilty.

[ He can play accompaniment, but it's mostly a casual hobby. He's certainly not good enough to perform on his own. ]