It was a place to be, to sort one’s mind into a state of management and to help clear aside the emotions that felt like they were lost under his control since the time he had woken up. A lot of his life since that day has been pain, anger and sadness that held him tightly in a bubble of numbness in a sense.
Attention was upon the wall over the Therapists shoulder, a weakness of eye contact - a reluctance to be here and to be listened too, to be helped - Bran wasn’t 110% on board with this kind of aid really, he’s always been told that emotions were easy to fix that you shouldn’t need help with things you were feeling since you were the only one feeling them in that way. But he couldn’t deny it, he needed help this time - it was a bad spiral, since he knew only a few outlets and even those were limited right now.
His body was fighting it, the lack of activity in the gym, he’s lost a lot of his muscle mass, his fitness, he felt heavier with fat and just general weight on the shoulders. His hair a mess, unkempt even though he took showers every day, the energy he once prized himself for was down the drain and he felt every part of him hating it. His skin no longer flawless, long gone that notion was - now it was marred with scarring of his accident, of his near-death.
He sat with his full mask on, a custom-made to be less offensive and seem more normal to himself. It covered his entire face, eye space just large enough to not hinder his line nor side vision - a face curtain more so in design as it let him breathe much better than anything plastic or of the sorts. Black mesh strands that were dark enough to hide beneath it thus gave him a sense of control of what the other was to see from more angles. Hands in gloves with the missing digits adjusted for with less fabric and his dress wear - formal in suit and slack pressed pants but still, not showing a lot of what he was - what he became.
Listening to the others want for comfort, Bran did feel a lick of it - turning his life-lacking gaze towards them finally to take them in. Though it wasn’t with judging thoughts but to finally be polite and see who it was before him. A person with a mind capable to cut through the rest of the bullshit someone else was having. His shoulders rose with a deep inhale, shifting hands from his sides to rest one on his lap and the other on the armchair to stroke fingertips over the bubbled seam. “That’s good.” He started - lips wetted in the silence with a dab of his tongue. “I prefer Bran also.” It was a good icebreaker, so that felt good to speak after the moment of arriving.
“I’m sure you’ve had a lot of my type, unsure of where to start… I’m not sure how I’m going to help myself here but I’m willing to give it a chance.” He spoke honestly, a furrow of brows at the vulnerability so easily plucked from the back of his mind. But it was also a truth, he didn’t want to start something with a false hope it’ll work instantly, that and have this one a chance to understand him a touch more of what and who he would be like? He wasn’t sure his paperwork would convey it right, since the majority of it was done through his hospital and whilst he was very much on drugs.
“So - I’m hoping you’ll know where to start things off, Julius.”
it is in his defined space of his office that julius is free to ponder even the more taxing questions of life. there isn’t a single decoration or piece of furniture out of place-- nothing to distract julius from anything but the patient before him. of course he is pleasantly surprised ! he certainly expected H O S T I L I T Y , though none came. the files on bran showed he had been in a life-threatening accident and undergone some form of physical therapy. he could understand their attire, a formal suit looked flattering on anyone much less a person with a less than healthy amount of confidence. a mask; gloves... all perfectly normal for a person who was once in the limelight to hide away for whatever reason.
seeing as how the mask didn’t hinder their words, there was no reason to take it off. at least not today. it is interesting to hear pleasantries-- he would have expected them to be bitter if anything else. a good sign that a person in the dark is open to finding a way out.
julius scribbles a few things in his notepad, the date & time along with a few formalities for the receptionist. he takes note of the drugs prescribed; pinching his brows together. why would these be prescribed ? though they may fix a few problem here and there such as insomnia and anxiety, they did nothing but add to a slew of issues only to be treated with more medications. that was often the problems with celebrity patients-- they are an easy money-grab. he pauses for moment to scribble in a few medications he believes will work better but he’ll save that discussion for the end of the session.
❝ you would be surprised on how many patients don’t know how to start. but in reality you’ve already taken the first step. not to sound cliche but you did admit yourself today. ❞ which is true-- a willingness to come in is one in the same as wanting to get better.
❝ to start the session, we introduce ourselves which we can check off the list. some patients start small, talking about their day and how they currently feel, rather than diving head first into the trauma’s they believe are haunting them. that part is completely up to you. other’s who have a hard time expressing their emotions into words do so with games such as cards or inkblots.❞
julius had silently hoped bran wouldn’t choose the inkblots. only because it tended to get messy and was a rather boring start.
❝ some people even prefer to avoid talking about themselves and instead talk about their family relations of close friends. ❞
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