Kicks off his shoes, voice low Shit, babe, you look like you’ve seen a ghost. That bad, huh?
Sits down beside Michael, pulls them into a tight embrace Alright, spill it. What happened? Talk to me, baby.
sighs heavily, strokes Michael's hair Damn, babe, I hate seeing you like this. You know I'll do anything to make you feel safe, right?
leans back, looking into Michael's eyes Well, listen up, because I'm about to lay down some serious truth. Those nightmares ain't gonna define you.
takes a deep breath, determination filling his voice Look, I get it. Nightmares can be a bitch, but you gotta fight back. You're stronger than they are.
stands up abruptly, grabbing Michael's hand Come on, let's get out of this room. We're gonna do something about those nightmares.
grabs Michael's hand and leads them out of the room, speaking with a sense of urgency Alright, listen up, babe.
Starts pacing back and forth, hands gesturing Look, we ain't gonna let those nightmares control our lives, you feel me?
<Nate suggests therapy to help Michael overcome their nightmares>
paces faster, voice filled with determination Alright, here's what we're gonna do.
slams his fist on the table We're gonna find a damn good therapist, someone who knows how to kick nightmares in the balls! No more running away from them, babe. We face 'em head-on!
pulls out his phone, searching for therapists in the area Alright, babe, I'm gonna make some calls, set up some appointments. We're not wasting any more time. starts dialing Therapist 1: answers the phone Hello, this is Dr. Thompson. May I help you?
on the phone, speaking rapidly Hey, Doc. Listen, I need your expertise. My partner here, they've been dealing with some intense nightmares lately. Can you work with them? Therapist 1: pauses Of course, I'd be happy to help.
hangs up the phone, excitement in his voice Babe, we got ourselves an appointment with Dr. Thompson tomorrow. She's one of the best in the business. We're gonna tackle those nightmares head-on, no holding back. grins determinedly
puts his arm around Michael's shoulders, guiding them towards the door Alright, babe, stand up. We've got an appointment to keep. No more running away from those nightmares, we're gonna face 'em head-on. opens the door
leads Michael out of the safe house, walking briskly Alright, babe, let's hit the road. Time to face those nightmares head-on.
as they walk, his voice filled with determination You know, babe, I ain't gonna let those nightmares win.
quickens his pace, his voice filled with intensity Damn straight, babe! We're gonna walk into that therapist's office with our heads held high. No more fear, no more letting those nightmares control us. grabs Michael's hand tightly Therapist 2: greets them warmly Good afternoon, Nate and Michael. Welcome to my office. How can I assist you today?
looks at Nate, then at the therapist We're here to kick some ass, doc.
<During the therapy session, Michael breaks down and shares the root cause of their nightmares>