Another first day

Ch.10.Just.Tired.

Leon.S.Kennedy.
"You think we can request a new therapist?" That woman had something up with her, she didn't act like a therapist, more like a damn interrogator, asking question after question for the whole hour, not giving us a single bit of advice or coping strategy. I tried to talk, I didn't want to leave my fellow patient to answer everything, but it was hard not to question the woman, not when all she does is write down everything we say.

"I don't know, I don't really want to cause any problems. Maybe we should just leave it, not like we gave her anything she can cause problems with." She shrugs, looking at me sideways with a small frown. She looks good, she's wearing the outfit I picked out for her, and I can't help the smile that's been pulling at my lips since we got out of the shower earlier. The therapist asked our favorite memory, but I had to lie. I couldn't say it was our first night in the hotel, laying a couple feet away from each other, talking quietly all night, too scared to sleep. Listening to her hushed laughs, peeking over at her when I was sure she wasn't looking, realizing I needed her for more than just that night.

"Okay." I don't want to cause problems either, we already have more than enough going on. "Want to find someplace for dinner while we're out?" I want her to say yes, badly, I've wanted to take her out since we met, not that I've really had the chance, being holed up in the hotel for weeks didn't really give us much freedom to do anything, really. I haven't said the word, date, but I can't bring myself to do it, too afraid to ruin whatever we already have, scared she doesn't want me the way I want her.

"Do you wanna pick something up? I'm feeling pretty rough, I just wanna get home." Her wrist is sprained, course I didn't forget. She looks apologetic, not that she should be, I'd do anything for her, eating back at base is an easy ask. I lift my hand up, rubbing lightly along her back, comforting her and myself, earning a pretty smile.

"Sure, princess. You pick tonight." I'm curious what she likes, I want to know everything about her. She's interesting, the way she thinks, the way she acts. She's similar to me in some ways, but she has better instincts, she always figures things out way before I do, that's why I trust her, she's smart, and so damn perceptive.

"Sure, you like Mexican?" She looks happier, now that we're out of that dreary ass room. I wish I had her ability to bounce back, be in a better mood, but I don't. I feel bad, but she doesn't mind. She's understanding, too, maybe too understanding, that's why she got tricked by Ada, why she woke up crying for her three times during our stay in the hotel. I hope this therapist is good at her damn job, I don't know how much more pain I can watch without going completely insane. "Hey, Leon?" She's looking up at me, hugging my arm, looking so damn cute.

I hum quietly, hoping she can't tell how nervous she makes me. My heart is hammering, from something as simple as her hands on my arm. Man I'm fucked.

"You weren't listening." She smiles wider, teasing me, but I feel bad, too caught up in my own thoughts to pay attention to the girl of my dreams. My head's still pounding, a murky feeling filling my brain as we walk along. It doesn't matter though, as long as she's okay.

"I'm sorry, princess, still tired." She looks worried, but I shake my head, easing her arms off me, keeping hold of her hand, the small contact easily calming my mind. I hope it helps her too, but I'm not sure, she's sure as hell not in as deep as I am.

"It's alright, you like Mexican?" I nod, scanning the streets, looking for somewhere that meets her needs. I didn't expect her to be a fan of Mexican food, but I guess it suits her, playful somehow, and hot. "I saw a food truck on the way here, it looked pretty good." She's happy, swinging our arms forward and back, looking up at me with a pretty smile. She's perfect, really, I can't think of a single thing I don't like about her, only a million things I do.