Disenchanted (Frerard + Petekey)

Maya The Psychic

"Good afternoon Gerard! How are you doing today?"

Dr. Rosenberg's overly-peppy voice grated on his nerves as he slowly closed her office door, shutting the two off from the hallway as usual.

Ugh.
Why's her voice so stupid today? Like, she's always kind of annoying but today she's genuinely pissing me off by existing.

A familiar tingling sensation washed over him as the hair on the back of his neck pricked up and goosebumps raced across his skin.

...The hell? Now you're gonna panic? Nothing is happening.

A whisper sounded from the corner, "...so stupid."

"Pathetic really..."

"Dude, calm down." The new voice, it seemed to consistently be a male voice, spoke in an even, medium pitch. It stood out from the others and Gerard was beginning to think maybe it was friendly.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breathe to try and stave off the random panic before turning to take his seat across from the therapist.
She was looking at him expectantly. He responded by blinking, unsure what he was supposed to do.

A painfully long silence stretched between her plastic grin and his dumbfounded fear.

Fuck what do I do?
What does she want? Is this some sort of test? Is she like, assessing me somehow?
What do I do?
Did I miss something?

He glanced around the room for anything he'd missed, trying to minimize his movements so she wouldn't notice, in case it was some sort of test.

It looks normal.... Is it me? Are my sleeves... no, they're fine, I'm covered. What the fuck?

"What?" He finally spoke, the word echoing in his mind as he weighed whether he should have spoken at all.

The fake smile rose slightly. It touched her eyes briefly and Gerard thought in that moment perhaps it was genuine.

"I said hello, and asked how you're doing today."

"Oh." He shifted uncomfortably and let his gaze slide to the floor.

Fuck did she? How'd I forget that so fast... should I be worried about that? Is that bad?

"I'm uh, good?"

"Good to hear." The mirth left her voice as her expression returned to normal. "How was your weekend? I haven't seen you in a few days, how are things going?"

"It was alright. My brother came to see me—"

"Don't mention Ray!" An aggressive whisper startled him and he jumped, pausing briefly.

Why not?

But he heeded the warning nonetheless. "—he's doing okay. He told me about his friend and how life is."

Dr. Rosenberg was nodding along as he spoke.

"It was nice actually... I haven't talked to him in a while."

She waited to make sure he'd finished. "That sounds wonderful. I'm glad he came to see you." She straightened her posture and made more direct eye contact, "I heard about Saturday evening. Would you like to talk about it?"

Saturday evening....?
Oh.
Ugh.
Makes sense they'd tell her.

He shrugged, "There's not much to tell, Mikey stayed out too late doing... something. And Mum thought I knew where he was but I didn't."