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totallynotrobin) wrote2014-05-30 03:42 pm
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Sex Therapist AU
Stiles is sure this was a terrible idea. Absolutely terrible. He's shaking as he sits, waiting, in the man's office. After everything that happened...he can't do this. He should leave. No - he isn leaving. He's going to walk out that door and -
But Stiles is frozen by fear. His nails are digging into his palm, jaw clenched. Move. Get up. Get out before he shows up. I'm sorry, Dr. Hale, I couldn't make it. Yeah. Sounds plausible.
It was a Wrong Place, Wrong Time type of thing. Actually, it was the Wrong Drink. Worst part was, it wasn't even meant for him. But when the guy figured out he'd roofie'd the wrong kid, well - might as well get something out of it, right? And for some sick reason, that made him feel worse, that he wasn't the intended target. That he was some kind of second class, even for a sick fuck like that. From there, it was all downhill.
So he's stuck in that chair, dreading the moment his new therapist opened the door.
But Stiles is frozen by fear. His nails are digging into his palm, jaw clenched. Move. Get up. Get out before he shows up. I'm sorry, Dr. Hale, I couldn't make it. Yeah. Sounds plausible.
It was a Wrong Place, Wrong Time type of thing. Actually, it was the Wrong Drink. Worst part was, it wasn't even meant for him. But when the guy figured out he'd roofie'd the wrong kid, well - might as well get something out of it, right? And for some sick reason, that made him feel worse, that he wasn't the intended target. That he was some kind of second class, even for a sick fuck like that. From there, it was all downhill.
So he's stuck in that chair, dreading the moment his new therapist opened the door.
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"No." Stiles says that incredibly fast. "I don't want him to know how bad it was."
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"Why?" he asks quietly. "Do you still think he'd judge you?"
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"No. I just…I don't want to see the sadness in his eyes." Stiles mutters. Would he react well to other treatment, at this point?
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"Are you sure?" he asks quietly.
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"I'm sure. You just said you'd come with me. He doesn't need to be there."
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"Yeah, whenever works for you," Stiles relaxes when Peter says he'll come.
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"I can try. That's all I can offer." Stiles says honestly. But if his therapist thinks it will help, Stiles is inclined to trust him by this point.
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"Yes, please." Stiles lets out a long breath. "This has been a tough session."
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Stiles smiles back softly. "Well, you're easy to talk to."
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"Yeah?" Stiles scoots a little bit closer to Peter, small smile gracing his lips.
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Stiles leans into the touch a little. "That means a lot, Peter."
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"I'm not as depressed all the time," Stiles says honestly.
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Stiles blushes just a little, nodding. "Yeah, yeah I guess I do."
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"I hope you'll smiles more in the future, it looks good on you." he remarks as he sets his notes.
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"Thank you," Stiles' smile widens just a little. Unprofessional? It's nice. Stiles likes it.
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"You're going to be fine, Stiles." Peter says quietly.
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"Thank you for saying that." When Peter says it, he can almost believe it. He trusts him that much.
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