"There is no therapy school, it's a psychology degree and a lot of boring extras." Jonathan explained as he reached out to brush Delite's hair from his face, smiling softly at the boy. "Now listen to your doctor. You want sertraline and quetiapine, except nothing else until you talk to me again and make sure that you tell Leland you were on it before and you want to stay on it. Don't get to lecturing her or nothing, don't be rude. Just say what you need."

Jonathan stood by his diagnosis and medication plan for Delite. Hell, for all the rogues. Except Harvey, he was really just dicking with him when he was medicating him. Never liked the guy.

"Okay, back off my bae, spooky." The Joker wrapped his arms around Delite and glared at Jonathan, who stood up and backed off right away. "Thanks for the visit, gentlemen. Kindly fuck off."

"You got it. Ed? Let's walk." And get away from this mess before it got too real.