How Is It? Tourettes?

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"This is your room." Wilf said softly, yet somewhat excitedly. He seemed to openly pleased, that he had been selected to show this boy around and to be able to present the bedroom to Robert. Robert smiled warmly. Eddie opened the door to reveal a somewhat empty room. There was a bed pressed against the corner between a wall and the wall that had a window placed neatly within the wall. The was a wardrobe placed against the corner closest to the door, a chest of draws on the wall opposite the bed. There was some bookshelves pressed against the wardobe and some by the chest of draws. In the corner on the other side of the window sat a desk and chair, a cup with some pens in on one corner and some notebooks on the other.

"They try to make the rooms feel homely. You're allowed to put pictures up on the walls and stuff like that. If you have a laptop, you are allowed to bring it. They will probably check it if they feel like you might be in danger though, if thats ok. But there is no garantee that they'll actually check it though, so no need to worry. They very rarely check the laptops though. Its only really if someone expresses a concern that the staff check it," Eddie semi rambled as he reached for the door handle, bringing it to a close, a gentle clip confirming the fact it was fully closed. Howie and Robert smiled warmly.
"Thank you," both murmed gently, grateful for the kindess. Robert ticed a few times and subsequently apologized, only to be met with being told there was no need to apologize. Really. He didn't need to.

"Thats about it really. Thats all for the tour actully." Wilf chuckled as they walked back to the main entrance type place.
"You'recoming next week right?" Eddie asked. Robert nodded a confirmation.
"Hopefully, yeah." Robert smiled warmly. Robert turned to look at Howie.
"Dad, it's going to be ok. I promise." Robert promised, his eyes warm and promising. "I promise dad."
Howard nodded, pulling Robert into a hug.

"You're my son Robbie. I love you." Howard said to Robert whilst they were in the car on the way home. Robert turned to look at his dad, softlysmiling.
"I know dad. I love you too." Robert said softly. "I'm not going to abandon you."
Howard was still driving, so he nodded. He took a quick glance at Robert, a soft smile on his face.
"I still worry about you though. I just worry because you're my boy. I just worry they don't know how to help you Robbie."
"They're the highest recommended clinic. And more specifically, they are said to be - fu-fu- hmph hmph - able to help with - beans - things like - moldy beans - tic disorders, especially Tourettes - liesss." Robert said, sighing slightly.
"Bad tic day there buddy?"
"Ve - orange - very," Robert chuckled. "Though its not that bad. Not as bad as other days, but definetly - eggs beans - on the worse side." Robert added as he jerked, hitting one of his knuckles against the car door closest to him. He looked at his knuckles and noticed a couple of them had blood seeping through broken skin. "Damn. Its ok. They'll be fine in - sixty years - a few hours." Robert said as he placed his hands gently on his lap. Howard glanced at Robert briefly before placing his eyes back onto the road. "We'll clean it up when we get back home," Howie chuckled softly.