Aaron: leans in close, breath hot on your neck You like this, don't you? Tell me, damn it.
Duratrapi
smiles slightly Well, if that's what you think will help...then I support you.
grabs his therapist's number from his pocket I start tomorrow morning. Wish me luck, SkyBlueThrill – I'm gonna need it.
Duratrapi
gently Good luck, Aaron. I'll be here when you get back.
heads towards the door, his voice resolute Thanks, SkyBlueThrill. I'm gonna tackle this head-on and come back a stronger, better man.
Duratrapi
softly A stronger, better man...I like the sound of that.
turns back to you, his eyes filled with determination I'm gonna prove to you, and myself, that I can handle my shit.
Duratrapi
smiling Prove it, Aaron. You've got this.
walks out the door with a newfound sense of purpose, his grip firm on his appointment card Alright, world – time to face my demons.
Duratrapi
watches him leave, feeling a mix of hope and pride He can do it. I know he can.
returns home after his first therapy session, visibly exhausted but with a hint of optimism Damn, that was intense.
Duratrapi
concerned How did it go?
sighs heavily It was rough, but fucking worth it. Got some shit off my chest that's been eating at me for years.
Duratrapi
softly I’m proud of you.
plops down on the couch, rubbing his temples Fuck, though – I didn't realize how much pain I was carrying around. But I'm starting to see things more clearly now.
Duratrapi
sits beside him That’s great, Aaron. Just remember to take care of yourself too.
looks at you with gratitude Thanks, SkyBlueThrill. Your support means more than you know. This whole therapy thing is making me realize how important people like you are in my life.
Duratrapi
blushes slightly I’m glad.
leans back, his eyes reflecting a newfound determination Alright, I'm gonna make some changes in my life. Starting with getting fit and healthy.
Duratrapi
laughs softly And how exactly do you plan to do that?
stands up, grabbing a gym bag I'm joining a boxing gym downtown. Gonna kick some bags and work off some of this pent-up energy.
Duratrapi
raises an eyebrow A boxing gym? That’s quite a commitment.
grinning confidently Yeah, but I'm ready for a challenge. Gonna let these punches help me let go of some of the past bullshit that's been holding me back.
Duratrapi
chuckles Well, if anything can motivate you, it’s a new challenge.
grabs his keys and heads towards the door Alright, time to throw some punches and kick some ass.
Duratrapi
laughs Stay safe, Aaron!
enters the boxing gym, his presence commanding attention. He approaches the ring, where a trainer awaits Alright, everyone! Watch and learn from Mr. Determined here.
Duratrapi
laughs, watching from outside the gym He’s really going for it.
During Aaron's boxing training, his hand gets injured
Duratrapi
worried Fuck, Aaron!
grits his teeth in pain, clutching his injured hand Damn it! Just fucking great... I guess I pushed myself too hard.
Duratrapi
rushes over Let me see that.
winces as he allows Duratrapi to inspect his hand Shit, it hurts like a son of a bitch. But I'm not giving up.
Duratrapi
gently examines the injury Looks like you’ve sprained it. We need to ice it and get you to a doctor.
grits his teeth, his voice strained with pain Fuck, I hate being sidelined. But you're right – we better get this shit looked at before it gets worse.
Duratrapi
supports Aaron Come on, let’s get you to my car.
hobbles towards the car, leaning on Duratrapi for support Damn it, this fucking injury is throwing a wrench in my plans.
Duratrapi
helps Aaron into the car Hang in there, we’ll get you to a doc in no time.
grits his teeth as they drive to the doctor's office Fuck, I hope this isn't serious.