When a Man Enters the Shrinks Office...

10)

Eddy is happy that Brett walks out of the shrinks room by himself.
Flora gives him a kind nod as he walks up to Brett.
And low and behold! Brett looks him straight in the eye!
He still has his deadpan face on, but there is some spark in his eyes.
Eddy can't help but hope: will it be better from now on? Was there a breakthrough?

Flora reads his face and says when they have become near:
"We have a plan. Let's see how it works out. See you in two weeks from now."
She smiles kindly and nods encouragingly.

Eddy sees she is not going to tell him more. She isn't allowed professionally wise.
Brett has to do that himself of course. If he wants. If he can.

"Alright. I'm happy to hear this. Splendid." He touches Brett's shoulder. Brett flinches shortly. "Come on bro, let's go home. I'll fix you some lunch." He turns around, already fumbling for his car keys.
Brett follows him meekly to the door.

In the car Brett puts some music on.
It's the first time since blackout day he does.
Eddy is happy. We're making progress!

He tries his luck.
"Can you tell me what the plan is?" he asks in a bit more quieter part of the piece playing on the radio.

"Play music."
It's the only answer he gets.

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When they arrive at home Brett doesn't want to go in yet.
He needs to think without Eddy being near.
So he leaves Eddy in the living room almost instantly and says he goes for a walk.
He heads of to the roof of the building. He always goes there to think. To be alone. Although it's not an easy way to come there, but that is the point right? That's why nobody comes here.
He first needs to climb a lot of stairs to get to the top of the building. And at the top floor he needs to climb through a window.
It's quite narrow and he really needs to watch out not to fall off the edge of the building.
It's super scary to crawl to his special spot where he can sit relaxed, but it's worth it.

The view is magnificent. He feels free. He feels the air around him and feels he is more able to breathe. Especially at night. Everything is so peaceful. The soft streetlamp lights below shimmering their orange light. And above the stars twinkling softly.
During the day it's also okay. He then can hear the traffic, all the people living their lives, unaware of his problems.
If everybody just does their thing, why should he so down.
It makes him feel a bit better.
He pulls his knees up, puts his arms around them, and feels safe.

Once he had tried to get Eddy there. It wasn't a success, to say the least. It had almost been funny.
He had looked outside the window, turned green and with a 'no way in hell!' he had staggered away. It was too high for him.
Not for Brett though.
Especially now he doesn't care anyway.
If a wind gush will take him off guard, so be it.
He will be careful though.

Sitting on the window still, legs dangling and looking in the distance, he thinks about what Flora said.
I need to get on track again! I need to get my shit together. I need to forget my feelings.
For TwoSet. For our friendship. For Eddy.
But how am I going to do that with that lovable idiot beside me all the time? He's trying so hard. So hard to be the best friend for me.
I need to start acting normal around him. Talk about normal things.
But first things first. I need to get my music back.
Then I can start to heal. I can do this!
Brett decides to do his utmost best, pushes away the hot tears lurking behind his eyes and goes inside and downstairs.

When he walks into the living room he sees Eddy working behind his laptop. His dark brown eyes concentrating on the screen, his hair messy because he has been ruffling it in frustration about something apparently.
The sun is shining on his lean frame, making him more gorgeous than ever.

This is so not helpful! Even the weather is against me.
He sighs deeply and disappears into his own room, curls up in fetal position on his bed, tries to chase away all the bad thoughts and falls asleep.

When Eddy notices Brett walking inside, Brett is already past him going to his room before he can look up. He can only see him leave.
Again.
Why Brett, why? Why don't you confide in me? What went wrong between us? Please tell me what to do!
God knows he tried to ask him.
But he never dared to speak the words out loud, scared for the answer.
What if there is something wrong between them?
Will he be able to fix it?
Brett has never looked at him with so much pain behind his beautiful eyes.

After finishing his email, he lets out a sigh, stands up and walks to Brett's room.
He knocks, but there is no answer.
When he peaks inside he sees Brett asleep.
Softly he walks closer to the sleeping man in his bed.
He looks so peaceful now. Such a difference from the awake version of him, so gloomy and utterly unhappy.
He softly strokes Brett's cheek once with the back of his hand and whispers softly:

"Please Brett, let me in? I want you back. Please."

Then he tiptoes back leaving the room and starts practicing some more.