INT. TALK THERAPY SPACE - DAY
Adobe, earthen floor. Lit candles and lavender plants on floating shelves. Hat rack near opening to hallway. Print of Mark Rothko painting, Orange and Yellow, on wall above sofa. Hunter in recliner aimed at aquarium teeming with tropical fish. Doc sits behind him in adult-sized old-time school desk, writes on a yellow legal pad. The only window in the room is above and behind, framing blue sky.
DOC: Now what?
HUNTER: I'll drive his truck down tomorrow, be there for a couple days, come back for his ashes, back down for a week or so. I know we're way over time, Doc.
DOC: Now worries. My two-thirty cancelled.
HUNTER: And thanks again for sacrificing your lunch hour.
DOC: This was much more filling, Hunter. How is Chloe handling it?
HUNTER: We had a good talk on the way to the airport that helped both of us.
Hunter raises the recliner..
HUNTER (CONT.): His cologne is all over the house. Weird.
DOC: What cologne?
HUNTER: Stetson. Citrus and sage.
Hunter stands, Doc stands.
DOC: Kind of a big deal here.
Hunter nods.
HUNTER: Probably won't but okay if I call?
DOC: Of course, Hunter. Anytime.
Hunter nods, approaches Doc with open arms. Doc takes him in brief embrace. They shake hands.
HUNTER: Thank you.
DOC: So much for running out of things to talk about.
HUNTER: See you in a couple weeks.
DOC: I'll be looking forward to it.
Another handshake. Hunter leaves into hallway, takes SQUEAK OF RUNNING SHOES with him , Doc sits at desk, writes. FAINT DOOR OPENING AND CLOSING.
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