a retort directed with jest and followed by a chuckle to assure no signs of hostility, meek tone just barely masking the mounds of insecurities with self-deprecating humor ( a classic avoidance tactic. ) it was a futile stretch of the imagination--- the prospect that any effective results would spring from these supposed ‘treatment’ sessions. temples creased, apprehension takes root; two fingers wedging beneath glasses on either side, tracing markings, applying pressure to his forehead. PATIENCE WEARING THIN as he struggles to bring fidgets to a close--- bruce has grown bored of the recommendations he is far too familiar with, the lifestyle suggestions he’d already taken up years ago, the words of wisdom he has so often heard on repeat, through endless loops and multiple accounts. the meditation, the tea, the yoga... it might relax him for an hour or so at best, and did absolutely nothing at worst. shuffling through his past would bring him no closure && anger was a shade that the doctor wore well. DESPITE FRUITLESS ATTEMPTS to change that, it would forever remain a good color on him. all he really needed was control and, seeing as he’d recently gotten a better hold on that...
he didn’t know why he’d bothered to show up today, or why he had dragged himself to the four previous meetings, at that. maybe he liked sadie, or empathized with her--- sitting in a chair for hours upon hours, trying to get inside the minds of people she would never successfully be able to reach. her efforts were commendable and, in some foreign way, he suspected HIS SHEER FONDNESS OF HER COMPANY had played a role in how she managed to charm him into coming this far. nervous tugs entrap charcoal curls and pull at them before reaching to scan the side of the floor... clutching his briefcase and abruptly bringing himself to a stand. ❛ sadie, listen, i, uh... this is all... i don’t need to be here. i... i’m sorry. i have another appointment i have to make it to, and i... forgot to cancel. how, uh, HOW MUCH SHOULD I MAKE THE CHECK FOR ?? i’ll pay you double for the inconvenience. ❜ lie after lie, stuttering, pounding, palms sweat, rapidly searching for a pen.
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