what's funny is that demetria felt like they didn't need to be there , in therapy to talk about their -- problems in the bedroom . of course , one of their friends recommended that they do it , which even they think is absolutely fucking ridiculous , because who cared if they were a virgin ? it wasn't a big deal to them as much as it was a big deal to everyone else in their life . but , as they settled on the couch , arms crossed against their chest , merely hesitant to even start the session . however , they knew that if they stayed silent the entire time , the time would go faster & they'd be able to leave , right ? right . demetria keeps their eyes on the other , only with short sighs leaving their lips , allowing for their chest to rise & fall -- contemplating on what he was thinking , how much he gets paid to sit there & talk to people about their sex issues . for a moment , demetria chews down on their lower lip , head tilting to the side with a deadpanned expression contorted on their face , lips merely agape , nonetheless , nothing comes out : they're testing his patience , if anything .