"Could it be possible that your attitude lately could be a byproduct of you and Elijah's growingly estranged relationship?" I look up from my notes and into his crisp blue eyes, they crinkle at the corners. His lips move into their usual smirk. "Klaus?" He gets up off his couch and walks around the room. "Your pacing indicates a that you may be trying to avoid a painful topic."
"Have you travelled much in your life so far Camille?"
"Don't dodge the question, Klaus, answer it."
"I have been many places, France, Spain, England, Greece, Russia, Pakistan, America you name it I've been there."
"Now that's very nice, what about Elijah has he travelled?" The corners of his mouth turn down at the sides. He wants to repair his relationship. I know he does.
"Yes actually, Elijah and I travelled through regions of Spain in the late 1700's. The wine was amazing."
"Klaus, what made that trip so fun, was it the wine, music, Elijah?"
"My dear Camille I know what you are doing." He reaches into the cabinet near the window and brings out a bottle of bourbon. "Drink?"
"No thank you," Hmph. " -and what is it I am doing?" He pours himself a glass, pours it half full by raising the bottle up and up until it is level with his head. "I can see your learning some bartender skills." His lips quirk.
"Camille as you are my therapist and I am not yours how about you tell me what it is you think you are doing?"
"Fine Klaus, I am attempting to get you to dredge up memories of a happier time with you and Elijah. I aim to get you to feel guilty about what you did to his girlfriend and your baby's mother. I want you to step up and I want you to fix it." He walks over to the couch and sits back down.
"I DO FEEL GUILTY! can't you see that Camille." I recoil at his outburst. "Can't you see just how much my destructive behaviour affects me too?" I look into his eyes once more and see all the things that I missed. His eyes are sunken and gaunt, bloodshot. His skin is a yellowish tinge and pasty. He does feel guilty. "I want YOU to stop hounding me for my mistakes as they don't very much affect you now do they?"
"-Klaus,"
"NO, Camille listen to me very carefully I want you to leave. I want you to get out of my house and go back to your bartender duties."
"Klaus, please!" I feel my tear ducts getting some action, but I will not cry. Not in front of him.
"ENOUGH, leave now...please." I grab my notebook and walk out the door taking a great deal of pleasure in slamming the door. He flinches as I do so. Let him flinch. He deserves this. he deserves feeling guilty after what he's done.
....
The bell rings just as I am clearing up the bar around the back. "We're closed, sorry," I shout out.
"Really how odd, you see I could've sworn my watch says 11:28 and that the sign on the door say you close at 11:30." Klaus.
"Well the last five minutes are for cleaning up, I'm not serving." I'm in no mood to deal with him. "Go back to your house, I'm sure you've got a bigger range of alcohol there than we've got here Klaus."
"While that is all true a drink is not the reason I came here tonight." I place down my spray and sit down on a leather bar stool.
"So what is?"
"I have come to the realisation that I may have been unfair to you at our earlier session today," May of? "-it wasn't nice and not only am I very sorry but I am willing to make it up to you."
"And how do you intend on doing that?" Klaus reaches into the wine cabinet and brings out a sauvignon blanc. My favourite.
"I might need a few of these if you want me to open up to you." I smile.
"I'll grab the glasses."
