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Scott was standing at the desk in the office of the therapist he's been interning for, but he couldn't help but let his mind slip to the nightmare he had last night. Ever since his teacher raped him, he's been having nightmares, and he knows that Mitch knew, but Scott didn't want to talk about it with him and risk getting laughed at. What kind of six foot male can't handle protecting them self?

Little did Scott know, a woman with an appointment had been standing in front of him saying his name to get his attention. Scott just kept starring straight ahead, unable to focus on anything but the memories, until the therapist he was working under walked out and saw them. He walked up to Scott slowly and gently touched his shoulder, watching Scott immediately jump back to reality. "Sorry. I'm sorry." Scott said softly as he wiped his tears away. "It's okay. Are you alright, Scott?" The man asked kindly. Scott nodded but refused to make eye contact, "I'm fine. I'm sorry." He said softly before the man nodded and walked away with the woman. Making a mental note to find time to talk to Scott.

A few hours into the day, Scott was at the computer making an appointment when Avi walked in with another man, taller, a lot stronger, and wearing a big smile. "Hey, Avi, how can I help you?" Scott asked kindly. "Aw, he has a cute accent." The man with darker skin smiled. "Scott, this is my friend Kevin. He has an appointment today in about ten minutes I believe." Avi said kindly. Scott typed the name Kevin into the computer. "Olusola?" He asked kindly, smiling when Kevin nodded and winked. "I have to go somewhere, but I'll be here to pick him up. Keep an eye on him, he's already had a few panic attacks." Avi said softly before he sat Kevin in a chair and left.

Kevin hummed as he waited for the therapist to call for him, but in the mean time he also watched Scott file paper work. "Do you- see the paper work?" Kevin asked anxiously. Scott looked at him and smiled, "Only the names, I never look inside. The sessions between you and your therapist have nothing to do with me." Scott said kindly as Kevin nodded. That's when his name was called to go into the back room.

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