There were only two options. If Oliver couldn't help on the telepathic side, then that was it. But it sounded like he would be helping Melanie to explore the potential of fixing things, or stopping things from getting worse. Thankfully he hadn't just thrown his hands up, said it was done, and walked away. So... two options. David was still going to try, going to humor whatever Melanie wanted to try, just in case.
"Every time I've freaked out about something, it," the mother henning, in a sense, "goes overboard." And since he had a tendency to freak out a lot? It could keep getting worse and worse. It all boiled down to the fact that he was an incredibly imbalanced person with coping skills in all the wrong areas for the kind of life he'd been thrown into. Or something like that. But yeah, maybe, just maybe, they could put a stop to this happening again. "Melanie wanted to do that today," he replied with a roll of the eyes. "I asked if I could have a day to come to terms with the idea of group therapy with myself."
He was definitely going to need something fun to do after. "It's gonna have to be really fun to get over this special kind of therapy," he grumbled, but was smiling soon enough anyway, knowing he'd be fine with just about any distraction after something like that. Company outside of himself would be fantastic.
"It's why I'm so clumsy, obviously. Always a little woozy from the lack of oxygen." Duh. From there he simply shook his head and shrugged. "No idea what he's talking about. We just got in and crashed." So innocent. Perfectly so.
On the subject: "Maybe they're having a meeting about all the stuff moving around so mysteriously." Grinning, he sat back up and dragged himself back to his feet. "Fiiine." Dramatic for the sake of it. "Let's see you all tall and handsome if Rudy's up for it."