Every Breath You Take [RDJ Fanfic] - COMPLETED

Seventy Seven

"Wanna come in?" 

It's the first I've seen Robert since his session started, and I've been flipping through the magazines in the private waiting room the past half hour.  It's weird...being at a place like this willingly.  I guess he does more call in sessions while he's gone, but since we're both in LA... It's an upscale place, a place regular civilians probably don't come because it must cost a fortune.  Weird...regular civilians.  Ugh, I hate how I think anymore.

Anyway, he peeks his head out and I raise an eyebrow, hesitating, and his shoulders drop in silent begging of me to join him, knowing I'm going to try to protest.  So I agree with a sigh and fake a smile, following him and taking a seat across from a younger guy with blond hair on the couch next to Robert, folding my hands awkwardly in my lap.

"Rachel, I'm Dan," he introduces, and I nod with pressed lips.

"Hi..."

"Relax a little," he smiles.  "This isn't your normal therapy, we're just chatting.  Helps clear his mind."

"You know it keeps me in check," Robert agrees next to me, and I inhale, glancing between the two.

"Okay," I answer kindly.  "It's just...bad memories from rehab," I admit awkwardly with a weird laugh that makes me regret talking.

But Robert drapes his arm over the back of the couch and crosses a leg over his knee and chills, and it makes me calm down a little.  It's so comfortable.  Until his therapist speaks again.

"So we only have a few minutes left of this session, but he wanted to get you in here," Dan tells me and I smirk.

"Yeah, he's been asking," I confirm.

"He's got a lot to say about you."

"Well, that's...terrifying," I try to joke, readjusting, and then I feel Robert's hand stroke my shoulder from behind, trying to soothe me.

"I was just telling him we're leaving for our trip," he fills me in.

I nod, swallowing nervously despite his touch.  "Yeah, this afternoon, right?"

"Right," he smiles warmly at me, and when I catch his eyes, he's got that light humor and warmth to them that I love so much.

"Are you excited?" the therapist asks, and I answer easily.

"Yeah, of course.  It'll be nice to have some alone time."

"I haven't really told her what we're doing, just where we're going," Robert tells him, taking over the discussion, thank God.  "Kind of a surprise thing. She's got enough on her plate."

My mind flashes briefly to the bag I packed...which does not include Randy's gift.  I might have it in the house, but I refuse to bring it near him...partly for fear that he's going to find it, and partly in fear that if he does, he might go after it.  But more so the first.  The second is just a bad nightmare, nothing more.

"Right, first couples retreat, huh?" Dan asks, and Robert smirks at him instead of me.  

"Yup.  Get my mind off all the movie shit for a little while.  Figure we can kind of forget the fame for a weekend."

"Right, like you'll let your ego go," I tease, rolling my eyes playfully, and he lightly shoves my shoulder, and when I look over, he's biting his lip to hold back a grin in amusement.  "He's actually Tony Stark.  Like, really.  Can you tell yet?"

"He's confident," Dan offers, and that makes me laugh.

"That he is."

"'He' is right here," Robert comments with a cocked eyebrow, and that makes Dan move on.