Healing?? In MY dnf angst fic? Surely not.
... right?
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TW: discussions about therapy, guilt tripping (not really though, it's just a joke but still)
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"George?" Karl asks from across the kitchen island.
George looks up from his cereal. Nobody else was awake yet. George pressed a finger to his lips. Sapnap and Dream were both sleeping in the living room, not too far away. They'd all ended up staying the night. "What?" he whispers.
"This might sound rude-" George gives Karl a pointed look. "Not like rude rude! I just don't know what you'll think."
"Just tell me."
"I found this therapist. She sounds great, glowing reviews, and with everything that's happened, I thought it could be beneficial to have somebody to talk to," Karl says quickly, pushing his phone over to George. It's reviews for some woman named Puffy.
George glances up at Karl. "I'm not denying that therapy is helpful to some people, I just... Karl, I don't have any money. Dream doesn't have much either."
"Don't worry about that. My parents, they want to pay for it. They feel bad about everything, I guess."
"Karl, I can't ask them to do that!"
"Good thing they asked you, George. I really think it'd give them some peace of mind. They felt awful after finding out about your uncle. We've known each other for a long time and they feel bad for not noticing and doing anything."
"That's not their job!" George complains, voice becoming higher.
"Okay, let's say you could pay for it yourself." Karl taps his nails on the side of his empty coffee cup. "Would you go then?"
George considers it. He's painfully aware that he probably does need therapy, and he's had no problem spilling his guts to "strangers". If the whole "getting better" bit that worries him. Deciding he doesn't want to think about it too much, he nods. "Sure."
"Then why can't my parents just pay for it? It's not a big deal, George. I swear." George doesn't say anything, so Karl smiles, just trying to make the situation more comfortable. "Hey, I am not above guilt tripping you."
"Is that so?"
Karl nods. "Feel guilty!" he announces, quiet yet still entirely overdramatic. "Feel so guilty and get some therapy!" He waves his hands around like he's casting a spell.
"Got me there." George stares down at the counter, sighing. "Fine. But this is just so your parents don't feel bad, okay?"
"Of course." Karl snatches his phone from across the island. He doesn't look up from his it when adding, "And a good thing you agreed, because you're already signed up."
"Karl!" George laughs incredulously.
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419 words
SHORT CHAPTER, AND LIL FILLER-ISH BUT IT'S HELPING PUSH TOWARDS THE ENDING I WANT (and you probably want) SO HUSH ABOUT IT
TYTYTYTY ALMOST 50K VIEWS/READS??? OMG
fluff will ensue, i swear.
AND THE TITLE WILL MAKE SENSE. ALL WILL BE REVEALED IN THE VERY LAST CHAPTER. I LITERALLY THOUGHT OF THE ENDING FIRST AND THATS WHAT INSPIRED THE WHOLE FIC.
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