Part of a 9-1-1 WIP I'm working on:
Hen's expression crumpled. "Buckaroo." She said, and it was gentle and devastated in a way Buck hadn't been expecting. "Its not your job to say "no", especially not to your therapist. It was her job not to assault you."
Buck blinked rapidly, static filling his ears. Assault him? He wanted to laugh but he had a feeling it would come out hysterically and that he also might not be able to stop until he cried so he kept his mouth shut, staring back at Hen, wide eyed.
He knew, of course, that it was illegal for Welles to have sex with him. He'd done a research binge a while back when he'd started considering therapy again and he'd come across the information and filed it away without much thought on it.
Lots of things were illegal and Buck didn't particularly consider them bad. Like shoplifting on Friday or the occasional substance abuse.
To hear it called "assault" and have Hen claim it wasn't even his fault was...something else. He'd never even considered the idea it might not be his fault and while part of him screamed Hen must be wrong, he also trusted her with his life and knew she was far more knowledgable than him about relationship or people things almost always. So either Hen was miraculously wrong or perhaps his aversion to therapy made a nauseating amount of sense.
