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]

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.

[totallynotrobin]

"About…8 months." Stiles murmurs, He's a smart kid, he knows what he's asking, but it's subtle so he'll answer.

[burnedwolf]

Peter narrows his eyes for a second. That's a long time and he'll need to know how Stiles developed the incident in himself during that time. But the fact that he seemed to seek help showed that he's ready to face it. Probably.

"Weren't your bored? With doing nothing all this time?" he asks in a low voice.

[totallynotrobin]

(( ooc: eep! just as I'm about to leave for the night xD quick tag before i gooo ))

"Sort of. I played a lot of video games."

[burnedwolf]

((ooc: yyyeah sorry I was out all day too, but have fun! XD ))

Peter smiles a little.

"Are you good in video games then?"

[totallynotrobin]

"I like to think so."

[burnedwolf]

"Well, I'm terrible at them." Peter sighs, leaning back in his chair. "My talent only goes for the small, nerve-wrecking games on my phone." he smiles a little, eying Stiles.

"I suppose you were playing games before you quit lacrosse too." Peter starts and takes his glass again to drink. "Why didn't you stop that too?"

[totallynotrobin]

Stiles smiles a little before it dissipates. He sighs, then answers, "To be honest; because I don't have to leave my house for that."

[burnedwolf]

At least the kid can smile a little, Peter wonders as he's eying him. He's young and smart and violated. Peter knows it's not a healthy thought but it kinda makes him a unique kind of pretty.

"But you're still going to school and meet your friends, aren't you?" Peter tilts his head.

[totallynotrobin]

"When I have to," Stiles mumbles. He's been missing a lot, skipping, not doing his homework. And Scott's the only person he sees anymore; even that is scarce. Not for lack of trying on Scott's part.

[burnedwolf]

Peter nods, looking down at Stiles' file on the table between them. He read most about Stiles' behavior since the incident, but he still needs the boy to tell him all of that. Because they need to build up some trust here and Stiles needs to talk.

"Are you skipping school a lot, Stiles? How often?" he asked, glancing back up at the boy.

[totallynotrobin]

"…we've got that patient confidentiality bullshit, right?" Stiles pauses to ask. His dad knows, but not the extent of it.

[burnedwolf]

Peter sighs a little, his lips tighten as he's eying Stiles.

"It's not exactly bullshit you know. But yes, I'm not allowed to talk about to a third party of our conversations without your permission." he nods, not taking his eyes off Stiles.

[totallynotrobin]

"Not even my dad." Stiles clarifies, staring back at him. He's half-convinced this whole thing is bullshit, but that sliver of a chance that it isn't is what's keeping him going.

[burnedwolf]

"Not even your father." Peter nods again. He tries not to show his annoyance, because he should have known Stiles has his doubts. But everyone does. "You can trust me, you will know." he smiled a little reassuring. "You skip school a lot then?"

[totallynotrobin]

"Every day." Stiles admits quietly. "Almost all day, usually."

[burnedwolf]

The doctor sighs as he's eying the boy. Well, in Stiles' place he wouldn't want his father to know that either.

"For all these months?" he asks quietly. "And you're alone on these days?"

[totallynotrobin]

"Yeah," Stiles nods, glancing back down at his hands. "He doesn't know. I mean, he knows I skip. Not how much. He's never home."