totallynotrobin | 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.

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totallynotrobin

Stiles sighs tiredly and nods. "Yeah, I know. Thank you for coming."

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burnedwolf

"No need to thank me, Stiles." Peter smiles, fisting his hand again to prevent himself to reach out for the boy. "Did you call your father? He should be here."

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totallynotrobin

"Yeah, they notified him. I just wanted to talk to someone who - someone who understands better." Stiles admits softly.

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burnedwolf

"Stiles." Peter starts and this time he can't keep his hand away. He gently puts it on Stiles' upper arm as he speaks. "Your father understands too, you two were talking about it already. Even if it was just a little." he speaks.

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totallynotrobin

Stiles shakes his head. "No. I don't want to talk to him about - yeah."

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burnedwolf

"You know I still think you should." Peter says, but he's not going to force Stiles. It's not working that way. And they were not in therapy right now. "I'll stay until he gets here, alright? Do you need anything?"

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totallynotrobin

"Yeah I know." Stiles was shutting himself off to the idea right now, though. "Thank you. No, I'm fine."

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burnedwolf

"Do you feel better?" Peter asks quietly, leaning a bit against the bed.

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totallynotrobin

"Well, the ice is helping," Stiles offers, raising the compress.

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burnedwolf

Peter is not looking away from Stiles' face.

"I didn't mean just that, Stiles." he speaks softly.

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totallynotrobin

"I don't know." Stiles sighs and slumps a little, looking defeated. "For all I know, that guy was really nice."

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burnedwolf

"Don't blame yourself. Maybe you should apologize and explain you're sick." Peter starts. "Maybe you two can work it out even." which shouldn't make him cringe.

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totallynotrobin

Stiles shakes his head. "I'm a nutcase. It's just sad."

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burnedwolf

Peter sighs as he's looking at his patient.

"You are not a nutcase, Stiles. You're damaged." he says. "But you're healing and I can see you getting better, despite what happened today. Don't feel bad about it."

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totallynotrobin

"Yeah, okay," Stiles murmurs, but he's clearly still brooding on it.

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burnedwolf

Peter looks away for a second. Then he moves his hand again to Stiles' shoulder to comfort him.

"It will be alright." he assures softly

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totallynotrobin

"I hope so. One day."

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burnedwolf

"I'm here and I'll make sure it will be. Alright?" Peter smiles a little. Maybe not the best thing he could say, but he's serious about it.

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totallynotrobin

"Alright." It does bring a smile to his face.

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burnedwolf

"Did they let you drink?" Peter asks, tilting his head. He is aware Stiles still doesn't accept drinks from others. But he knows Stiles can get it himself if he wants.