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***CHRISTIAN GR...
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I leave the graduation ceremony to keep my appointment with Doctor Flynn. I would've liked to have stayed longer to join Anastasia and her step dad for lunch just to see a bit more of how they interact with each other. Perhaps another time. Not if she's your sub Grey - for fucks sake, you don't play happy families with your subs, do you?
On the way back, the Hinder track 'Better Than Me' comes on.
'I think you can do so much better than me, after all the lies I made you believe.'
The lyrics seem to taunt me, and so I forward to the next track. Listen to those words, Grey. Doesn't Anastasia deserve a man who can give her the whole hearts and flowers thing that she wants?
John Flynn is sitting at his desk at the far end of his pale green consulting room when I walk in. I'm guessing he's gone for the green décor to help promote a calm ambiance. Christ alone knows what sick shit he has to listen to in here. He has a reputation for dealing with the most twisted and fucked up bastards that no one else can deal with - that's how come I've ended up with him. I don't know if it's his cool, calm British manner that helps, but I've been seeing him for about two years now, which is far longer than I've lasted with any other shrink.
He's wearing his usual casual attire, no tie or formal stuffed suits for him. I think he actually enjoys the challenges I throw at him, and he never dis-plays any kind of shock or horror, whatever I tell him. So I rely on him as someone I can dump all my shit and angst on.
As usual, I go and sit on one of his dark green leather couches for today's session, while he comes over and sits in his usual winged chair with his leather notepad. After the unsettling week I've just experienced, I find it calming to be back here, going through our normal routine.
"How was your trip back to London?" I ask him.
That's why I haven't had a consultation for a while, he's been back in England for a couple of weeks. He says I can always have a consultation by phone if I need it, but it's not the same.
"Good, thanks. Made a nice change for me to be back with other Brits who share my sense of humor. I think you Yanks find me a bit weird, you know?"
His eyes sparkle at the joke that he's the weird one here.
"Well, I sure as hell have no idea what you're talking about when you start on about cricket. Give me baseball any day of the week." I tell him.
This is how we usually start off a session, with some friendly banter.
"So, how are you, Christian? Anything happen while I was away that I should know about, or is this just a maintenance session?"
I don't answer straight away. Where to start, how to explain. I pick at a piece of imaginary fluff on my pants as I prepare to open up.
"There have been some... developments," I start hesitantly. Shit, this is hard, even with Flynn.
