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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[totallynotrobin]

"Okay." Only when he's good and ready. That sounded like a solid plan. Stiles clings a little tighter to Peter's hand, inching closer. He's afraid to be touched, but also touch-deprived.

[burnedwolf]

Peter tilts his head to the side, watching Stiles as he moves closer. Well, that's something. At least Stiles seems to trust in him.

"Please do the homework I told you. Alright?" he says softly, because if Stiles will get brave enough to touch others he might get all the touches he wants. Peter can't exactly fill in for that. Though he's not going to be the one pulling away, Stiles has to.

[totallynotrobin]

"I'll try." Stiles promises. That's all he can offer, though. Whether or not he succeeds is an entirely separate matter.

[burnedwolf]

"Do that." Peter nods and shakes their connected hands a little. "I end today's session here so I'll need my hand back." he smiles. "See you next week?"

[totallynotrobin]

"Oh! Uh, yeah - sorry," Stiles lets go, flustered. "Yeah. Yes. I'll...be here."

[burnedwolf]

"Will you be fine?" Peter asks as he chuckles a little and slowly stands from his chair to not to startle Stiles.

[totallynotrobin]

"I think so," Stiles swallows and nods softly. He's a little shaken, but he does feel like he's made progress.

[burnedwolf]

"I'm glad." Peter nods. Stiles made enormous progress, indeed. Peter just smiles at him a bit more then walks to his desk to take out his card. He writes down his number before he turns to Stiles handing him the card.

"Here are all my number, if you need my help in anything before we meet next week just call me anything. Alright?"

[totallynotrobin]

"Alright," Stiles accepts the card, smiling weakly. "I'll be here, I swear.'

[burnedwolf]

"I'll be waiting." Peter assures the boy with a nod.

[totallynotrobin]

Stiles stands and starts for the door. He can do this. He can face another week.

[burnedwolf]

((ooc: let's skip to the second session or will Stiles call Peter, or~?))

[totallynotrobin]

((ooc: Maybe he calls him with a mini freakout and then the next session?))

[burnedwolf]

(( ooc: Alright, then Stiles calls him. :3 ))

[totallynotrobin]

The phone call is panicked around 1:30 in the afternoon. Stiles is hiding out in a bathroom stall to make it. He was trying to think of someone to call to stop himself from passing out, so. Peter it was.

[burnedwolf]

Thankfully Peter is on lunch break so he can take the call. Though he doesn't recognize the number just yet.

"Peter Hale's phone. Can I help you?" he mutters around his bite of food.

[totallynotrobin]

"D-Dr. Hale? It's - this is - um - this is Stiles."

[burnedwolf]

"Stiles, hey." Peter starts, swallowing his bite. He notes the panicked tone of the boy. "Something happened?" he asks, leaning back in his chair.

[totallynotrobin]

"Y-yeah I - sorry I'm calling - I - I just started - um, having a panic attack." Stiles tries to explain. "I didn't - know who else to call."

[burnedwolf]

"Alright, Stiles. It's fine, you'll be fine." Peter nods, speaking slowly. "Are you alone, are there people around?"

[totallynotrobin]

"I'm alone now," Stiles says quietly, huddling close with the phone.

[burnedwolf]

"Good. And where are you, is it safe?" Peter inquires softly, trying to calm Stiles like that too.

[totallynotrobin]

"I'm in a bathroom," Stiles admits.

[burnedwolf]

"In school?" Peter asks. "Wash your face a little, it will get better. Then tell me what happened, alright?"

[totallynotrobin]

"Okay," Stiles says gently, and he can be heard working up the nerves to peek out of the stall. "…it wasn't a big deal. The hallway was crowded and I kept getting shoved - "