Denial - a Breddy fanfic

131.

Brett wasn't looking forward to seeing Dr. Davies again, and just the thought of it was making him feel sick. He had been eating and sleeping properly the last few days, though. It did help a bit, but he wasn't sure if it was the food and sleep that was helping or if he was eating and sleeping because he was already feeling better.

He was setting the table, though, while Eddy made the usual eggs for breakfast. Everything felt a whole lot lighter, and he had even told the voice in his head to shut up.
After placing the last plate on the table he went over to wrap his arms around Eddy's waist from behind and kiss his neck.
"Love you", he mumbled, resting his head against Eddy's back as he wasn't tall enough to reach higher. Eddy smiled while flipping the eggs.
"Love you too", he replied, wanting to turn around to kiss him. "The eggs are almost done."

Brett ate slowly, nervous about the appointment, but had decided to get everything down. The band-aid Eddy had placed on his arm that night was taken off now, and just a thin, pale red line was left of his idiocy. It reminded him to not behave stupidly, to not worry Eddy.
"You want me to come with you to the appointment today?" Eddy asked, chewing on a piece of bacon. Brett looked up at him from being lost in his thoughts and staring at the eggs.
"I mean, I'm sure you have better things to do than to come with me. You don't have to", Brett said, even though he so desperately wanted Eddy there. It was more important not to worry Eddy.
Eddy shrugged.
"Not really, I can scroll through potential wedding venues on my phone while waiting, you know", he said with a grin that made Brett blush. "And besides, they have some damn good coffee in that waiting room."

Two hours later, they were seated in the waiting room. The schedule was running a little late apparently, whixh seemed to worry nobody other than Brett.
"That means they probably have people who need to be here more than me, Eddy", he whispered, trying to remain calm even though he was failing hard. Eddy took his hands between his and kissed his forehesd gently.
"Bretty, love, you need their help as much as anyone else here, okay?", Eddy mumbled, reaching out to run a finger gently over Brett's underarm. He winced slightly at the memory it brought up. He sighed and looked away, feeling shame wash over him.
"I'm sorry", he mumbled, and Eddy pulled him into a tight hug.
"Don't be, love. I'm just glad you are getting help."
"Brett?" Dr. Davies cheery voice called from the door to the pair. Brett let Eddy go and stood up slowly, feeling like he was about to hyperventilate right there and then.
"I'll find some nice venues while you're in there, okay?" Eddy said with an assuring smile, winking at him. It seemed to do the trick as Brett's cheeks turned slightly pinker and his lips curved up a bit.
"Just so you know, we're not doing Disney World", he commented with a widening smile just before walking over to Dr. Davies and following her to her office.

Just as Brett disappeared from view he went to the coffee machine and got himself some coffe, watching as the styrofoam cup filled up slowly.
"Careful so you don't spill that again, then", Dr. Cole commented behind him with a smile Eddy couldn't really place. Eddy turned around to look at him.
"Thanks for the reminder, Dr. Cole. I'll certainly try not to spill it", he said with a short laugh before grabbing the cup from the machine.
"Please, call me Mike", Dr Cole said, matching Eddy's laugh. "Dr. Cole sounds too formal. Not even my patients call me that."
"Okay, thanks again for the reminder, Mike", Eddy said with a smile and sat down on the slightly uncomfortable waiting room couch. Mike sat down in the other end of the couch.
"Do the therapists here always hang out in the waiting room?", Eddy inquired, thinking it was odd. Mike laughed and ran a hand through his brown hair that was falling slightly in his face.
"Well, no, but I often find that it's not just the patients who need someone to talk to", Mike said and leaned his elbow on the back of the couch. "It's hard to be a support person, too. That's why I try to catch the support people in the waiting room, to see if they need something or someone."
Eddy nodded and looked down at the coffee in his hands. It was hard being a support person, always having to be the strong one. He could never tell Brett that, though.
"And so you saw me and thought 'this guy needs help', huh?" Eddy asked, still not looking up at Mike. "Is it that obvious?"
Mike leaned over and placed an arm gently on Eddy's arm.
"I saw a guy who keeps swallowing his feelings to keep Brett safe, to the point of spilling coffee all over himself. That's some strength right there, but you know you can't hold on forever."
Eddy turned to face Mike and felt his cheeks redden at the surprise of how close he really was. Not super close, but closer than a normal stranger would be.
"Wh...what do you suggest I do?" Eddy said, stammering on the first word and feeling embarrassed over it. Mike flashed him another smile and stroke his thumb on his arm.
"I could give you therapy sessions while Brett has his, if you want? I have this slot open anyway."
Eddy gave it some thought. Sure, he was feeling okay now, but he knew it couldn't last forever.
"As long as we can finish slightly before Brett so I can be here waiting for him. I don't want to worry him", came Eddy's reply, and Mike nodded.
"Of course, no need to worry him more than necessary." He stood uo and held out his hand to help Eddy up. "Come on, let's get you registered and we can start next week."