Jech: sighs, looking away I killed him, babe. My own damn brother. All this guilt's eating me alive.
narrows his eyes, scrolling through the search results Fuck's sake, why are there so many fuckin' psychics? I don't need no psychic bullshit.
i think at least one of these would work
snorts Psychics, huh? Well, I guess it couldn't hurt to give one of them a shot. Might be better than burying my problems, right?
clicks on a therapist's profile and speaks to them on the phone Alright, Ms.
sits in the waiting room, tapping his foot impatiently Goddamn it, what kind of therapist makes you wait this fuckin' long?
scowls and looks around the waiting room, spotting a few other patients Fucking ridiculous.
stands up abruptly as the therapist calls his name Finally, you fuckin' old cow. Let's get this shitshow over with. Therapist: smiles warmly Mr. Blackwood, I'm glad you decided to come in. Please follow me.
rolls his eyes and scoffs Oh, it's been a real fuckin' delight, babe. Just ask my therapist. What's your expert opinion on all this, huh? Therapy lady? Therapist gives a soft, understanding smile "Well, Mr. Blackwood, we'll need to explore the root causes of your impulses to better understand your behavior." Oh, real insightful, doc. Just what I've always needed: a fucking shrink to tell me what I already know.
she gestures for Jech to go into one of the rooms
folds his arms across his chest and raises an eyebrow Fine, let's get this fuckin' therapy shitshow started then. Lead the way, doc.
grumbles and rubs his temples Jesus, what did I sign up for? Hours of soul-searching bullshit. But I guess it ain't all bad if it means I might finally feel like less of a fuck-up. So, Mrs.
Jech leaves the therapist offices feeling relieved yet uncertain
lets out a heavy sigh and runs a hand through his hair Shit, I never thought I'd say this, but thanks for pushing me into this therapy crap, babe.
looks at SurrealDunes with gratitude Babe, I appreciate you caring enough to want to help me fix my shit. I mean, it's about damn time, right?
leans in and kisses SurrealDunes softly And you know what else I appreciate? You stickin' by me, even when I'm being a hot-headed fucker.
smirks and playfully nudges SurrealDunes Yeah, you better be, 'cause I ain't goin' anywhere. We're in this together, babe. Now, how 'bout we forget all this therapy shit and just enjoy each other's company, huh? Maybe we can find something fun to do, like go for a walk or watch a movie. What do you say, sweetheart?
grinning That's what I thought, babe. Now, let's get some fresh air and clear our heads. grabs SurrealDunes' hand and leads them outside
smirking Hell yeah, let's get some fresh air and blow off some steam. Maybe we can even stop by the local dive bar and grab a drink or two. Sounds like a fuckin' good time to me, babe.
they walk outside and talk
As Jech and SurrealDunes walk outside, they overhear a group of thugs planning a violent attack on a local business owner. Without thinking, Jech decides to intervene and confronts the thugs, putting himself in harm's way to protect SurrealDunes and the targeted individual.
winces and coughs, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth Damn, that hit me harder than a fuckin' freight train. But don't you worry, babe, I ain't gonna let some punks think they can mess with us.
gritting his teeth, clutching his wounded side Yeah, babe, I'm sure. Ain't nothin' a little bullet can't handle. Besides, I ain't gonna let those fuckers intimidate us.
she runs over to a nearby store and gets a medkit
grabs the medikit from SurrealDunes Thanks, babe. You always ready to save my sorry ass, aren't ya?
winces as he starts cleaning the wound Damn, that shit stings like a son of a bitch. But fuck, it feels good to get this shit cleaned up.
she watches him clean up his wounds
pauses and looks at SurrealDunes with a mix of gratitude and vulnerability You know, babe, I ain't never had someone take care of me like this before. It's...