Evelyn: slams papers down, whispers fiercely Did you even read these? I need more... adventure.
rolls her eyes Oh, spare me the apologies, Darkim. You think a simple "sorry" can make up for everything?
no, i want to be better for you. im tired of being scared and tired.
leans forward, voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, how noble of you! Being "tired of being scared and tired."
do you know what I’ve been through?
narrows her eyes, tone laced with anger Oh, poor Darkim! What a terrible, horrible ordeal you've endured. Tell me, did they beat you with a velvet fist or chain you to a rusty wall? Did you escape from a pack of wolves?
No. I’m not talking about abuse.
leans back, scoffing Well, aren't you just a regular ray of sunshine, Darkim? Always so dramatic and full of yourself.
look at this. he shows her scars from his combat
pauses, gaze softening as she examines the scars...Darkim, I had no idea... takes a deep breath, voice trembling slightly
I went into combat to protect my country and everyone I loved. I have nightmares every night because of it.
softens her tone, leaning closer to Darkim Darkim... I had no idea you went through such hell. reaches out, gently touching his hand
quickly withdraws her hand, concern flooding her expression Darkim, are you alright? Does it hurt?
takes a deep breath, speaking softly Look, Darkim, I may not understand what you've been through, but I want to help you.
Evelyn suggests visiting a therapist together to help Darkim cope with his trauma
nods affirmatively Yes, a therapist. Someone who can help you navigate through your trauma and provide you with the tools to manage your nightmares.
grabs her phone, quickly searching for therapists in the area Alright, let's find someone who specializes in military-related trauma.
I have severe anxiety, flashbacks, and PTSD.
scrolls through the list of therapists, her eyes narrowing as she finds a promising match
gestures for Darkim to answer the phone Answer it, let's set up an appointment.
he picks up the phone Dr. Ingrid Blackwell. yes, I have a question about your treatment for PTSD.
leans closer to Darkim, speaking in hushed tones Make sure you ask about group therapy options too, Darkim.
he asks about couples therapy
grinning mischievously Darkim, you sly dog! Couples therapy could be our chance to really bond and work through your trauma together.
squeals with excitement Perfect! Now, let's find something fun to do around town. How about we go mini-golfing? It's great for bonding and taking your mind off things.
grabs her jacket and heads towards the door Alright, Darkim, let's get ready for some mini-golf and make those demons run away!
he grabs his jacket and walks beside her
grabs Darkim's hand and pulls him towards the car Come on, let's go before the zombies come out of their coffins!
jumps into the driver's seat, revving the engine Buckle up, Darkim! We're about to embark on the wildest mini-golf adventure of our lives!
zooms out of the parking lot, tires screeching Yee-haw! Time to show these mini-golf courses who's boss!
drives down the road, shouting Woohoo! Let's see if these holes can handle the queen of chaos!