rose, richie's therapist, adjusts her glasses, and looks at richie in concern "so, richard, how are things at home?"
"things are going fine" richie says, and looks down at his shoes.
"can you explain the bruises on your arms?" rose asks
he knew he shouldn't have wore a t-shirt
"i uh- i fell"
rose adjusts her glasses again, and writes something down in her notebook
"thanks you, richard, i'll see you again next thursday"
richie walks out of the room, puts his jacket on, and grabs his bike.
fools - troye sivan
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