Sex Therapist AU

[totallynotrobin]

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.

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[burnedwolf]

Peter had his lunch break to check his newest patient's file. It was an almost average case, which is of course terrible. That victims of date rape drug incidents were so often turning up in their clinic. But Peter wasn't about to mingle how unfair the world was once again, he had a job to do and an underage kid to help out.

He still has the file in his hand when he opens the door of his office. Peter slowly walks in taking a good look at... his patient who he still can't pronounce or read his name. But the kid's father told in a note his son likes to be called 'Stiles' so Peter will use that for now.

With slow steps Peter's walking toward the chair next to Stiles' and he has his most polite smile on.

"Stiles Stilinski? Can I call you that?" he asks quietly, not intending to scare the boy. He doesn't reach to touch him either, knowing he might not be comfortable with it for now. Especially with the way Stiles looks.

[totallynotrobin]

Stiles doesn't mean to jump, but he does. He thought he could shake this off alone, but he couldn't. So he was here, now. He can't find his words for a second, so Stiles just nods. "...Dr. Hale."

It's supposed to be a question, but it comes out as a quiet statement. Stiles has to consciously uncurl and unclench his fists.

[burnedwolf]

Peter just smiles a little, completely understanding that Stiles is nervous. Everyone is. But he is still there in his office.

"Yes, that would be me." Peter nods. He wonders if he should offer his first name to Stiles, but he figures it's too early. People sometimes tend to open up more to strangers, so first names could be a problem and Peter will have to see how it works with Stiles. Peter slowly sits down with a sigh, placing the boy's file on the coffee table.

"How are you today, Stiles? Would you like a drink before we start?" he asks.

[totallynotrobin]

"No." If that comes out a little too quickly, well. Stiles coughs and leans back. "Uh, no thank you, doctor. I'm fine." He doesn't take drinks from strangers anymore. He has to walk into McDonald's to fill his own cup now.

[burnedwolf]

Peter nods, making a note to return to that one a bit later.

"Alright, but if you need anything just tell me alright? I'd like you to feel the most comfortable here." he assures the boy with a polite smile. "I, for the record, will have a glass if you don't mind." he says and leans over to take one of the glasses from the table and pour himself some water from the pitcher.

"Tell me about yourself first. I know it's an awful question, but we have to start somewhere don't we?" Peter smiles a little and takes his glass to take a sip as he is eying the boy.

[totallynotrobin]

Stiles snorts to himself. He doesn't think it's possible.

"About me? What...do you want to know?" If he starts right in on why he's there, Stiles might run. Maybe. Probably.

[burnedwolf]

"Just the boring stuff, Stiles." Peter smiles and puts down his glass, leaning forward. "Where do you live, where do you go to school, about your friends maybe... Or if you did your homework, this kind of stuff." he motions with his hand a little. Of course he's not going to ask what happened or how it happened just yet. That will come of course, but first he needed Stiles to talk.

[totallynotrobin]

"I live in Beacon Hills. I go to Beacon Hills High, I have a best friend named Scott and uh - not, not much else." Stiles swallows and stares down at his hands. "I didn't do my Chem homework. The teacher is a prick."

[burnedwolf]

"There we go." Peter smiles. "My family was living in Beacon Hills too. Not anymore though." he remarks. "Well, I suppose that can be a reason for not doing your homework, but I'm not judging. Sometimes I'm late with paperwork for similar reasons." he chats. It's not exactly to make friends, he's just trying to lighten the mood, even if it might be difficult on the first try. But Peter can still try. At least Stiles is talking, not like someone a few weeks ago who needed three sessions to even mutter some words. "What do you like to do in your free time? Because clearly, you have lots since you're not fond of homework."

[totallynotrobin]

It helps when Peter talks about himself. It lets Stiles listen instead of talking himself. He doesn't have to say much, but he can say enough. Good technique.

"I used to play lacrosse." Not anymore. "I don't do anything."

[burnedwolf]

"Lacrosse, now that's something. Though I always preferred basketball in high school." Peter muses, eying Stiles. "Why did you stop? You didn't like it?" he asks, tilting his head to the side.

[totallynotrobin]

Stiles threads his fingers, toying with them, full of nervous energy. "I just stopped. After..." Implied meaning. "I didn't feel like getting a beat down anymore."

[burnedwolf]

"I see. I suppose most sports are like that." Peter just nods to sign that he understands. Though he's not about to dive into that one too fast.

"Was it recent? That you quit?" he asks. Maybe it's easier to talk about lacrosse for now and he can get a time that how long Stiles needed to work up the courage to come to him.

[burnedwolf]

Peter was watching Stiles in silence for a while. They were over the warming up questions, the praising for the homework. And now the doctor wants to proceed with something he think might get a bit huge for Stiles. But there always has to be a first step.

"Are you thirsty?" he asks quietly.

[totallynotrobin]

"...a little." Stiles admits, glancing at Peter curiously. Because they both know he's not quite ready to accept things yet, right?

[burnedwolf]

Stiles might not be ready. But Peter's task is to make him ready.

"Would you like a glass of water?" Peter asks and puts down his notes to reach for one of the mineral water bottles on the table.

[totallynotrobin]

"Well, yeah, but..." Stiles shakes his head, leaning back a little. "I can't."

[burnedwolf]

"Can't or won't?" Peter asks with a small smile holding up the bottle. "Stiles, this is a new bottle. It hasn't been opened yet. I will open it now and pour some for you."

[totallynotrobin]

"I...I don't know, Peter. It makes me nervous." The last thing he wants is a panic attack.

[burnedwolf]

"I know it does. That's why we're going to handle this today." Peter nods and places the bottle on the table, and pushes a glass closer to Stiles too. "Just open the bottle and pour some water into the glass first. I just want you to know that it's safe, that the bottle is new and the glass is washed. You can inspect them if you want."

[totallynotrobin]

"Peter..." He's still not sure about it, reluctantly taking the glass and bottle in hand.

[burnedwolf]

Peter rubs his chin as he's looking at Stiles. Then slowly stands up and walks around the coffee table, sitting down in front of Stiles.

"I'll be here. If anything happens I got you. Alright?" he started. "I want you to pour the water, so you know that no one could have done anything with it. Just pour the water first." he starts gently.

[totallynotrobin]

Stiles hesitates, then nods. He unscrews the bottle cap, still eyeing it with wariness, and shakily pours the glass, taking a deep breath as he does so.

[burnedwolf]

"Good." Peter praises as he's watching Stiles. "You do know it's completely fresh, right?" he asks quietly.

[totallynotrobin]

"Y-yeah." It's still making him nervous, though, because it isn't his water. But it's less nerve-wracking with Peter there.