I am going to need Dr. Sharon to meet Dr. Jacob at some point.
Dr. Jacob: Oh! You’re Ted’s friend!
Dr. Sharon: No, I’m not.
Dr. Jacob: Oh.
Dr. Sharon: Because it would be wildly inappropriate for me to have a relationship with a patient outside of the office.
Dr. Jacob: Oh.
Dr. Sharon: Yes. Oh.
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Sharon: We refer to that as a traumatic moment.
Sharon, addressing Isaac: Not a "bruh moment."
Sharon, addressing Colin: Not a "major L."
Sharon, addressing Jan: and definitely not an "OOF lmao"
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[in a session pt. 2]
jamie: i just have to keep going, you know. i have lemons, i make lemonade.
dr. sharon, encouragingly: that’s a very positive attitude.
jamie: but i hate the lemonade business. i hate the grind. [crying] you have to grind so many fucking lemons.
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Are you still doing the WIP thingy?
If so maybe.……….maybe? Or hope? Or stop? Or blue?
I found all four!
Maybe
Her head tilted ever so slightly as she studied him. Roy refused to let his grip on the arm of the chair tighten under the weight of scrutiny. Maybe it was supposed to be like this, the wait of her silence asking unspoken questions while he slowly but surely carved himself open, holding up the pieces for her examination.
Hope
"'Cept about ten minutes in, I'm really on a roll, and I'm partway through telling her a story, and she stops and asks me why I said... Christ, I don't even remember now. It was just a joke, but she took it really seriously. Like she was concerned about why I was talking about meself that way."
Roy made a noise in his throat. Hoped it communicated 'I'm listening' instead of the futile lack of control that was churning in his stomach.
Stop
At nine. He was fucking nine. Phoebe was weeks off from turning nine, and Roy still didn’t trust her to know when to stop eating ice cream before it made her sick. And maybe that was a little unfair to his niece, who had improved a bit on that front--she'd start watching him warily around the second scoop, when she knew he was about to take it away...
She was so fucking small.
He'd never send her away at nine.
But you would if she really wanted to, said the same voice that always let her enjoy the second scoop. If she really wanted to, if she wanted it more than anything in the world...
No, the rebuttal hit him in the face like a bucket of of ice water. The truth of it trickled in shivers down his spine. No, I'd move with her.
Blue
“Is that tweed?” Jamie asked curiously, and Roy prayed to whatever god would listen to spare the world from Jamie Tartt experimenting with woven fabrics .
Isaac rolled his shoulders; the suit jacket whimpered where it circled the bulk of his shoulders. “Sure is. Sustainably sourced, too.”
The intrigued glint in Jamie’s eyes warned Roy that sometime soon on a morning run he would be held hostage by a very annoying tangent.
Sam, a normal person dressed a stylish blue silken suit, surveyed Isaac's suit thoughtfully. “The tailoring is wonderfully done.”
He said nothing about Jamie’s outfit. Smart lad.
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