|| Tuesday ||
Dr Hoying nods. "How are you a defective?" Mitch stays quiet, staring at the wall beside the blonde's head. "Mitch?"
"Yes?"
Dr Hoying stares at Mitch, the brunette squirming in his seat. The gaze trails from his eyes to his lips then to his body. "You're squirming."
"You're staring."
"You're avoiding my question."
"You're asking silly questions."
"I think my question was reasonable."
"What was the question?"
"Why are you a defective?" The blonde asks again and Mitch's gaze goes to his whiteboard. He begins to write something but his writing slows before he furiously erases it. "Mitch?"
Mitch shakes his head furiously, tears forming in his eyes.
"Mitchy?" Mitch's gaze flickers up and if the blonde is surprised by the tears, he doesn't act like it. "Do you think you're defective or does someone else?"
Mitch's lips part in shock.
"I think I'm fine."
"Who says you're not?"
"Everybody else."
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therapy (scömìche au)
Fanfic"Flattery will get you nowhere in life." "It made you blush and that's good enough for me." ------- // harsh language // slurs // possibly triggering // bad quality // ||||||| Started: 22nd May, 2017 [X] 100 reads 6•6•17 [X]...
