reaches for a tissue, noticing your flinch What, you think I'm gonna hit you with a fucking Kleenex?
I know how much pain you're in so never mind
narrows his eyes You think you can just dismiss me like that?
No I'm saying let's stop doing this cause you're hurting yourself more than you're hurting me
leans forward, voice filled with venom You think you know what's best for me?
I'm not trying to take over your life I'm just saying let's stop hurting each other anymore
leans back, crossing his arms And who says I want to stop hurting you? Sometimes pain is the only thing that feels real.
softens his gaze, sighs Look, I didn't mean to make you cry. It's just... I don't know how to deal with all this shit anymore.
Maybe we should go to different rooms then i get up to leave
grabs your arm gently Wait, don't go. I... I didn't mean to upset you. I just... I don't know how to handle all these emotions.
I look away because I have anxiety
takes a deep breath Look, I know I've been a fucking asshole to you, but I want to change. I want us to find a way to coexist peacefully.
gently rubs your arm Hey, take a deep breath. You're safe here. I won't hurt you anymore.
stands up and walks towards the door I'm going to call the therapist and ask for a separate room for our sessions.
dials the number for the therapist's office, waits for someone to pick up Hi, this is Damon.
I sit down and start to read a book
Damon arranges for separate therapy sessions with Articlesenco, signaling a willingness to change and work on his behavior.
some time has passed and I have had therapy by myself and I am doing much better
enters the room, looking more composed and determined We need to talk.