"Oh right, I'm a cranky, tired asshole because I need to get laid?"
You laugh. "Yes! Exactly!
"You know what Levi? Sure. That would be great. The way you act, I'm guessing you haven't shit in years."
**blanket therapy is a technique that's all mine, written for this story. I hope you enjoy!
the last thing he wants is to be sitting on his couch with a pretty lady, surrounding her in the sultry scent of cleaning products.
"You're going to have to talk."
"To a fucking stranger? No!"
This is part story, part psychological profile. If you don't give a shit about that stuff, feel free to skip the doctor's notes!
"You know, here I thought we were ditching the therapy tonight and just enjoying this nice night. So let me guess. My crazy cleaning habits?"
"This is why I don't wear my glasses that often when I'm with you, Levi. The less I see, the better."
Note:The amount of therapy hours received will always be shown here in notes.
Further making things difficult, is the fact that you're his therapist. Yep. Therapist. Lose your shit on one cadet and this is what you're forced to endure.
He's surprised a moment later by the friendly gaze of the woman at the door. He doesn't know exactly what he was expecting to see anyways.
"Oh right, I'm a cranky, tired asshole because I need to get laid?"
You laugh. "Yes! Exactly!
"You know what Levi? Sure. That would be great. The way you act, I'm guessing you haven't shit in years."
**blanket therapy is a technique that's all mine, written for this story. I hope you enjoy!
the last thing he wants is to be sitting on his couch with a pretty lady, surrounding her in the sultry scent of cleaning products.
"You're going to have to talk."
"To a fucking stranger? No!"
This is part story, part psychological profile. If you don't give a shit about that stuff, feel free to skip the doctor's notes!
"You know, here I thought we were ditching the therapy tonight and just enjoying this nice night. So let me guess. My crazy cleaning habits?"
"This is why I don't wear my glasses that often when I'm with you, Levi. The less I see, the better."
Note:The amount of therapy hours received will always be shown here in notes.
Further making things difficult, is the fact that you're his therapist. Yep. Therapist. Lose your shit on one cadet and this is what you're forced to endure.
He's surprised a moment later by the friendly gaze of the woman at the door. He doesn't know exactly what he was expecting to see anyways.