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donovanfox:

“I’m not getting anywhere here, am I? Well- the offer is on the table. Take advantage of it if you need to.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Lizzie muttered, rolling her eyes. “Can I go now?”

donovanfox:

“That’s good then. Not everyone can. But, you know, all I’m saying is that, while I’m not a friend, I might be able to help you with things others can’t, yeah? Didn’t get my doctorate for no reason - I learnt all that stuff to help you guys.”

“Then why not help the others rather than wasting your time on me.”

#convo #donovanfox

donovanfox:

“Alright, alright. I just have to make sure of these things. Sometimes when people joke about these things, there’s really an element of truth to them. You do feel like you can trust your friends with personal things, yes?”

“Yes! They’re my friends. Of course I can trust them with personal stuff!”

#convo #donovanfox

donovanfox:

“You just said you didn’t have any friends to talk to about things. Or was that just sarcasm that I didn’t manage to detect?”

“Of course that was sarcastic!”

#convo #donovanfox

donovanfox:

“Why do you say that?” Donovan questioned, busying himself with papers on his his desk so he wouldn’t seem like he was pushing the issue or being overbearing.

“Because I really don’t need to talk to you about my ‘problems’. I have my friends to talk to about my day,” Lizzie half-lied.

#convolizzie #donovanfox

donovanfox:

“Alright. We can do that. But if you ever change your mind, if something happens or you’re having a crappy day, you can talk about it to me. Trust me, you’ll feel better for it if you do.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Lizzie sighed. “It’s not like I have friends I could talk to about it,” she muttered sarcastically. But she knew that was a lie, she would never talk about it with anyone. But what did it matter. Maybe if he believed it, he’d get off her back about it.

#convo #donovanfox

donovanfox:

“I’m won’t make notes, I won’t give you advice, if you don’t want it. But the fact is, I’m obligated to be here with you an hour a week - I’d rather not be here either. So we should make the most of it.”

“Well, what if I just bring homework with me or something? And then I just do that and you can just... work on your reports or something.”

#convo #donovanfox

donovanfox:

“Okay. How would you feel if we didn’t consider this as ‘therapy’? Just some time where you can have some peace and if something has been bugging you, you can tell me about it. Lizzie, you know I’m not going judge, yeah?”

“How’s than any different to therapy? Besides, I have my friends for that kind of stuff.”

#donovanfox #convo

donovanfox:

“I was going to make you talk. We don’t have to say anything in the next hour, if that’s what you want. But why waste the time? Are you sure there’s nothing at all that you’d like to discuss, get off your chest?”

"I’m sure. It was my dad’s decision for me to go here. Not mine. So there’s really no reason for me to even have therapy.”

#convo #donovanfox

@donovanfox

“I’m not going to talk, because there’s nothing to talk about.”

#donovanfox #convo #i'll throw a starter at jace too #prolly with georgie if that's okay with youu

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like this for a personal starter from one of my 13 (13. wow, i know, to think i almost made a 14th one tbh) charries <3 or come plot if that's more your thang

#plathooc #plathstarter #ilya #and i want to make sure my charries can interact with y'all and sometimes i worry i can't find a fitting reply for y'alls starters

connie-cavanaugh:

Constance had zoned out, not an uncommon occurrence, but it was a relief. With so much going on around her, it was nice to have her mind go completely blank. Until, of course, she was brought back to reality. “Uh, sorry. Was I meant to be listening?”

“Well, yeah. Kind of,” Lizzie shrugged. “I mean, I was kind of in the middle of a story. But it’s whatever.”

#connie-cavanaugh #convo

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“I know I’m supposed to hate you after what you did. But the thing is...I can’t seem to hate you. Because to hate you, I’d have to remember every ounce of the things you did to me. And I’d rather not. I’d rather not think about anything related to you. Or what happened in that stupid house.”