"I'm Not Fortunes Fool, I'm Yours" (x yn)

Chapter 4

Lecter had changed, recently.

You had said something funny one day, then he didn't show him to the door.
It was actually one of the few times you had seen him smile.

He had used that of Achilles and Patroclus to compare to your relationship.
Though you hadn't really understood it due to your lack of knowledge on Greek mythology.

This was about three-four months into your therapy. You couldn't really understand what it was doing, the thoughts had slowed down.

But they were progressively getting increasingly violent.

On the topic of his mood, it seemed that he was more comfortable around you. Although his professional dominar was always there, he'd let it down occasionally.
He had looked at you, his eyes seeking something more from you.

Though placing it with a certain feelings was not possible, for it was a mix of too many emotions that were difficult to seek out.

One could call it a dream, a flashback or a memory.

But the slight thought of flashing, in Dr.Lecter's office was becoming all too familiar to you. But it would be rude to ask, "Dr.Lecter, would you happen to be flashing a strobe light at me during my sessions?"

Well finally you've mustered up the courage to tell him. To see how he would react, if that's what he was doing to you.

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2:28 PM

Pulling into the driveway and walking up to the building, the feeling of eyes on you makes itself present; your head turns to face the street No one.

Then to the curtains on the inside of Dr.Lecters office.
They sway in the wind, even though the windows aren't open.

You stare for a minute, then you're snapped back to reality by the front door opening suddenly.

He stands there, looking down at you. "I noticed you staring into the window. The door was not locked." He says.
"Oh yes, I just spaced out, sorry. I tend to do that more often than usual." You answer. "Tell me." He says holding the door.

Whilst walking into his office and explains the space-outs, you could feel him, walking behind you. Not directly but off to the side, closely, slowly inching towards you.

"I don't think it's a big deal, it's just been happening more often." You say, turning around to face him. He is closer than usual, maybe a little more than a foot distance.

"Whatever the deal, your wellbeing is of my concern."