Troubled

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It was silent in the car.

"So work go okay?"

"Yeah at least, I think so?"

"Any reason that I might be driving you home?"

"I, I need some rest... been going at that stupid board for 5 hours now? Am I just know if I try to rest there I'll just go back to look at it."

" Well progress from what it was before, last few time I had to pull you out of the archive. And even after the fact you exhausted yourself."

"Yeah but I guess things are better? I guess?"

"Well it seems like it."


"...Me and Jon, we've been talk.. and we think it would better to stop looking into this...whole Tim thing."

"Not you too."
I had pulled my hands over my face pulling my skin with it down.

"Marcus it's clearly warring you down, just this week I've seen you asleep in the archives"
He was beeing expressive with his hands as they lidded on the steering wheel.

"and no offense maybe you could get a therapist again.."

"Martin you know how I feel about them."

"Yeah and it not helping you out!"

His tone started to rise as his grip started to tighten as he drove.

It had grown silent once again, having only the street fill the ambient noise.

"Here.."

He had stoped the car putting it in to park with the shift stick.

Getting out of the car I look back to him holding on to the cars open window.

"Thanks...hey, let me know next time if you- you any help around the archives..."

And I left it at that walking to my flat department and point the keys in the door.

I had been quite as I just fell on to the could as Lilith come up to my face before pushing her out of it and having her lay on my stomach.

"Do you think I need a therapist?"

I looked her as she just stretched and liked her paws before going back to her small cat nap.

I sighed not knowing what to do and had decided to just go to bed so I got up putting  in he bed for the night and heading to mine.

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