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KISS.
Lunch ended faster than Chris wanted it to.
He didn't usually care when time passed days blurred, classes dragged, sessions felt the same. Life went in a straight, dull line for him most of the time. But that lunch... being back with the others, watching Wesley try to hide his blush every time someone so much as glanced at him—
It hit different.
It made something in Chris's chest feel... warm.
Uncomfortable.
Alive.
He didn't know what to do with that feeling. So he ignored it.
But the moment lunch ended, reality reminded him that ignoring things was not an option today.
He had therapy.
Mandatory.
He walked the hall alone. The noise of lunch faded behind him, dissolving back into the familiar quiet of the counseling wing. His steps were steady, heavy, echoing against the floor. The closer he got to the room, the more his jaw locked.
He hated this place.
Not because it was bad.
Not because the therapist was cruel.
But because this room forced him to do the thing he was worst at:
Feel.
He stopped outside the door, hesitated, then knocked.
"Come in," Dr. Halden's voice called.
Chris walked in without looking up.
Same room as always. Same soft lamp lighting. Same couch he never sat on because he preferred the chair next to the window where he could keep his distance and keep his guard.
He sat.
Arms crossed.
Shoulders stiff.
Dr. Halden smiled gently. "You're late."
He shrugged. "Lunch ran long."
"Ah. With your friends again. That's good to hear."
Chris didn't answer.
He hated when people called them "friends."
It made his chest tighten in ways he didn't understand.
The therapist set his clipboard down. "So. Tell me how you're adjusting. Any changes since the last session?"
Chris stared at the window.
There was a long beat.
He could lie.
He'd done it before.
But there was something different today, something pushing at his ribs, something restless, something that didn't want to stay buried.
His voice came out low, rough. "Something happened."
Dr. Halden didn't react overdramatically. That was one thing Chris respected about him. He just nodded once. "Alright. Do you want to explain what that means?"
"It was Wesley."
Dr. Halden lifted a brow slightly. "Wesley Gray?"
Chris nodded.
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