𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕣 ℚ𝕦𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕥𝕪, 𝕎𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 {𝕂𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕟𝕒𝕡𝕚𝕥𝕪}

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕣: 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕪

ᴵ ᴴᵃᵈ ᶠⁱⁿᵃˡˡʸ ᵍᵒᵗᵗᵉⁿ ʰⁱᵐ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ ᵈᵃʸ.ᴵ ᵃʷᵃᵏᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗᵐᵃʳᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ⁱˢ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ.

"I think it's time..you go to therapy" Karl said softly as he cooked breakfast by the stove. Alex wanted to argue, but he knew Karl was right. "I know..." He breathed softly, pulling at his fingers. "Just so you have someone to talk to other then us..." Alex stood up, he knew he would have to assure Karl that he wasn't mad, so he kissed the brunette's cheek. "It's okay..I think it would be good for me too." In truth, he felt it would be better venting to a complete stranger then to his lovers because he didn't want to make their marriage revolve around what had happened to him. So he agreed and they set up an appointment for that day.

The office smelled of coffee and sanitizer. Alex made sure to note this since he would be coming here every other week for an appointment. He made a face, he hated that word. Appointment. It made him feel like he was in a mental facility or a hospital. Karl and Nick had insisted on coming with him, holding fast to his hands despite strange looks he earned from others, Alex just ignored that and focused on the sound of Karl and Nick's voices as they chatted endlessly about movies they could watch tonight, occasionally asking Alex's opinion only for him to roll his eyes and claim any movie he picked would be outvoted. He stayed on his phone until a tall woman with long pink hair and red glasses and a flowered headband headed his way "Alex quackity? I'm Abbi porterns, your therapist!" She looked slightly older than Alex but still young. "Um...okay..." Alex, Nick, and Karl stood and she led them to her "back room". It was bright and cheery, yellow pillows everywhere and little rainbow flags hidden in plain sight. "Take a seat!" She said, her voice was soft. Alex slowly sat on the plush couch and his husbands followed suit. 

"Tell me what's brought you here okay?" Asked Abbi. Alex looked at her shyly "Um..well PTSD I guess...nightmares..trauma I don't really know" Abbi typed furiously as Alex spoke, making him quite uncomfortable and self-conscious of his scarred face. "alright...hmm I've been informed of your situation so you don't have to go into detail unless you want. Will the husbands please step outside?" Asked Abbi kindly. Karl and Nick hesitated before throwing Alex a look as if to say "You'll be okay". Alex wanted them to stay, but he refused to beg. Once they were alone Abbi smiled and sat down. "how ya feeling?" "okay..." Alex responded reaching to push his hair into his beanie. "okay, that's good...Do you know what therapy helps you do Alex?" Abbi asked "not really" "It helps you come to terms with what happened to you. With what you've gone through you've probably pushed it away into a dark place in your mind. I will help you dig it out, and face it head on. Once you are able to do that you'll feel so much better" "Are you sure Abbi?" Asked Alex, skeptical "Positive! You just have to talk to me, and I will listen" Alex took a deep breath "Thank you..." He said awkwardly "Of course, it's my job honey" She stood up and handed him what looked like chocolate "It's healthy don't worry" She joked patting his back, careful with his wings. {I kept forgetting that I added the wings so now i'm sitting here and saying he can make them appear and disappear at his will} He nodded and opened the door, there stood Karl and Nick speaking about taking Alex out for food after the session ends. "Hello there!" abbi greeted kindly "Remember every wednesday" Karl shook her hand "Of course..." Nick was saying as Alex tried to drag them out the front door. "Hey- Someone is eager to leave..did it go badly?" Asked Karl "No...No it went well but I heard food and I'm hungry" Alex joked. Karl threw his arm around alex and laughed as Nick brought around the car "Get in Lovers, we're going to get fucking chicken" Nick said in a falsetto voice. Alex laughed wildly as he got in his usual seat. He smiled as Karl rolled down the windows and turned up the music singing at the top of his lungs as he leaned his head out the window. A pretty picture to paint, his pretty picture. 

{𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕪. 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕚𝕥. 𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕪. ℍ𝕒𝕙 𝕛𝕠𝕜𝕖 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕. 𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕒 𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕥 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠𝕕𝕒𝕪 ^^ 𝔹𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕪𝕒'𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕗 𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕝𝕝 𝕘𝕠 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕕. 𝔸𝕟𝕪𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕥𝕣𝕪 𝕞𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕡𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕠𝕟𝕖, 𝕤𝕠 𝕚𝕗 𝕚 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕡𝕝𝕪 𝕚'𝕞 𝕤𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕝𝕠𝕝}