Jacob's pov
Waking up to Troye's alarmingly loud phone screeching at us isn't always a great way to start the day. Or at least the start of my day, Troye is sat up on the bed next to me knitting away. He picks up his mobile and sighs, accepting and putting it on speaker.
"Troye, why aren't you at our session?" A woman asks, making me look up at Troye with a questioning look.
"It's my therapist." He whispers.
"Uh- I'm on holiday right now. My dad must have forgotten to cancel. I apologise."
He sets his phone down on his lap and picks his small yellow blanket back up, knitting away.
"That's alright, we can do our session over the phone if that's okay with you." She offers. He looks over at his phone hesitantly.
"Sure."
"Alright, how are we doing Troye? How's your getaway going?" She questions.
He cracks a smile, "Good, great. Wonderfully. How are you, Susan?"
"That's good, how long are you staying in- Where are you?" She completely disregards Troye's question, even I know what that was. It's his kind way of trying to get the topic off of himself. It's useless though, we never really let it slide.
"We're in Paris, believe it or not. We're heading back in four days."
"Paris, lovely. We though? Who's with you?" She asks while the sound of her scribbling down notes on a sheet is just barely heard through the phone's speaker.
"I'm with my boyfriend, Jacob. Wanna say hi?" He turns to me, looking down at my sleepy state.
I smile and nod, my voice hoarse and cracking as I mutter out a good morning.
"Good morning, Jacob. Just wake up?" She inquires while Troye sets down his work in progress and sneaks his hand around to my back, pulling me closer to him.
"Mhm, Troye's ringer is obnoxious, to say the least." I hold back a laugh as Troye narrows his eyes and kicks my foot. "But I don't believe I've had the honour of meeting you yet."
She chuckles through the phone, "I'm Susan Doley, just someone Troye here can go to for help; someone to talk to."
"Oh alright, you seem lovely. I'm gonna go back to sleep now if you don't mind." I mutter, snuggling into Troye's side.
"Not at all, sleep well Jacob."
"Night babe," Troye whispers, petting my hair softly as I flutter my eyes shut.
The two's muffled voices are all that's heard as I drift back asleep, Troye's soft fingers curling through my hair.
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a/n: this is short so imma update again in a short minute
