"Whose dick to do I have to suck to not do this anymore," Scott complained his head in her lap.
"You have a pretty modern vocabulary for someone who hasn't spoken since 2000."
"TV," he said simply. "And other people. I've seen things. Weird things. Kinky things. Plus every Marvel and DC movie, I think ever made."
She snorted. "The Dean."
He raised a brow. "Huh?"
"The dean, you would suck the dean's dick to get out of classes, I assume." She shrugged.
He wrinkled his nose. "He's not even slightly attractive and I have daddy issues so he's basically hideous."
She chuckled. Brushing her fingers through his hair. "We should go while your medication is working-"
He rolled his eyes. "Ah yes, my inevitable return to my homicidal sociopathic tendencies-"
"Well I-"
"If I have to take one more fucking test, I'm gonna lit that fucking dean's throat, then I'm gonna open him, perfectly, pull out his Bowels, and show them to him."
She blinked. He shrugged. "Noted."
She looked at her watch. "Well it's time for me to go to work."
"Tell Annika I said I said hello!"
She didn't move. He looked up at her. "What's wrong?"
She shrugged. "Do you ever just think...there's a chemical imbalance in my brain so no matter what I do or, or what I have or what I take I'll always feel this way? Maybe a little less bad but never good?"
He slowly put his book down. "I...wasn't before but I am now. Thanks."
Ana closed her eyes. "I guess I keep trying to tune that fact out. But I...I can't escape it. This feeling...this sinking feeling where everything feels just a little out of place, where I feel a little out of place...it's never gonna go away."
Scott sat up, taking her hand. "No...no it's not."
She smiled. "Yeah..."
He frowned, pulling her into a hug. She put her face in his shoulder.
He sighed, rubbing her back. "We can never be more than we're given, Ana. Our brains are made in a certain way, and they can't be fixed. But we can be happy."
She scoffed. "You think?"
"I know. Maybe not every moment. But we can have happy times. We did. Remember, at the party. You were happy then?"
"I was."
He pulled back, cupping her face. "Ana...no ones always happy, right? But you won't be sad for every minute. You'll be able to breathe. When you can breathe, just inhale really deeply. And hold it. Because it'll a while till the next."
She put her forehead against his. "You're pretty wise for someone who's never experienced the world."
He smirked. "I am aren't i?"
She sighed. "Will and Munez miss you."
He froze. "Will and Munez?"
"Yeah. Will was tour therapist on my days off. And Munez was the security guard who came to check on you every night."
He blinked. "I see. Tell them I said hello."
"Were they in your dream?"
He nodded slowly. "Yes. Yes they were."
She smiled. "Then...what were we like. In your dream?"
He looked away. "Uh...you were you-"
"No. What was our relationship like?"
He purses his lips. "Uh...kinda like it is now. Except you lived with me, and you were...well you had a gun, and that changed things. And I had more money. And I was cool. But you're kinda the same. More deranged. A little."
She hit him.
"We we're also engaged. And we..adopted a child but only because your bludgeoned your mother to death."
"What does one thing have to do with the other...?"
"It was a complicated plot. Anyway, you were sadder in my dreams."
She frowned. "Sadder than I am now?"
He nodded.
"Then why did you want me?"
He smiled. "Because you and I understand each other. Because I like you, even when you're sad. Which is like all the time."
She sighed, getting up.
He pulled her back. "Hey, Ana?"
She looked at him. "Yeah?"
He smiled. "Even though you're sad. Today I'll make you chocolate cake when you get back from work."
She grinned. "You know that does make me feel better."
She kissed his head. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"
"You're depressed. You wouldn't do anything. Except maybe drugs."
She frowned. "Well...fuck you."
