Marriage Is An Institution, Pizza On The Other Hand...

Erica looked up as two guys walked in to the office, one older & the other younger. 

"Hi, how can I help you?" 

"Um we have an appointment. Stilinski." 

Erica nodded, typing the name into the computer. She looked up to the younger Stilinski, who was looking at her. She raised an eyebrow. 

"What?" He smiled. 

"Just admiring your beauty." Erica laughed. 

"I'm married." He didn't falter. 

"How could a woman as exciting as you look, fall into the institute that takes your freedom to enjoy the freedoms of life away?" Erica rolled her eyes, pressing the intercom button. 

"Your four o'clock is here." 

"Send them in." Erica pointed to the door. 

"Go ahead." The younger one smiled at her again. 

"Maybe next time we can talk more." Erica shook her head. 

"Married." 

"Instituted."

***

Derek sighed as he took off his glasses & rubbed his eyes. The intercom came on & Erica's voice came through it. 

"Your four o'clock is here." Derek sighed & pressed the button. 

"Send them in." It was a second later when a man & a kid came walking in. He stood up shaking the older one's hand. 

"Hi, I'm Dr. Derek Hale." 

"John Stilinski & this is my son, Stiles." 

Derek went to shake his hand too, but Stiles just stared at it. Derek cleared his throat, letting his hand fall. 

"Alright, you can take a seat. Make yourself comfortable." 

They did, Derek doing the same behind his desk. Derek grabbed his glasses & the file for the Stilinskis. He scanned over it, before looking up. 

"We can get started whenever you like." 

"I'm actually going to sit out there, I just wanted to make sure Stiles was okay in here." 

Stiles rolled his eyes, sitting farther back in his chair. 

"Just go." 

John sighed, getting up & leaving. Derek waited until the door was closed, before turning to Stiles. The boy was looking at him, assessing him almost. 

"How does this work exactly?" Derek took his glasses off again, shrugging. 

"You talk, I listen, occasionally put in my two cents." 

"That's it? I can talk about anything?" 

"Anything within reason & on topic." 

"Well since we haven't actually talked about anything, we don't have a topic." Derek smirked a little. 

"We could talk about your blatant disrespect for authority figures, or how you use sarcasm & wit to keep people at a distance." Stiles sighed, sitting back again. 

"Look Derek- Can I call you Derek?" 

"If you want to." 

"I'm only here because I promised my father I'd try something to help. We can just sit here & talk about nothing." 

"But then that wouldn't be trying something to help." 

"Why do you care? Either way you get paid, & an hour of not having to hear some stranger talk about their feelings & world ending problems."