@aurigarum ( cute isn't actually a word that people use towards holland ; it's typically sleazy, a fucking mess, anything but cute. )โ โ you a people watcher?
( holland was never the type to approach guys at bars? girls, sure. but guys were still a terribly uncharted area for him. a drink in, he can't help but saunter over to @aurigarum, hand touching his shoulder as he sits next to the stranger. )โ โ you look out of your scene here.
@aurigarum ( he offers a smile to the man, sliding over a drink his way. he hadn't seen this guy in this bar before, but then again, holland was always extremely focused on the hot women rather than the hot guys. )โ โ yeah, don't see many quiet types around here.
holland is pissed. maybe pissed is an understatement. this guy basically leads him on with multiple dates, multiple hookโups, only to show up here as his therapist and start going on about his sexual habits. his hands are clenching at his side, normally not one to get angry. +
vivian tilts his head, otherwise reacting very little to the outburst. its to be expected, but it's not like he can really say that he's been busy with meeting his handler.
instead, he pulls a package of newports, pulling one out and balancing it between his teeth as he lightsโ
" oh, i'm the sexual deviant? not the guy who wanted nothing more than to fuck me stupid and make me his fuckin dog? yeah i'm not listening to you. "โ โ his brows furrow, arms crossing in veeeery clear annoyance. he gets it, people like them weren't allowed to be a couple, +
admit that holland has had multiple sexual and romantic encounters with him. but he can't. he won't. not until vivian eggs him on anyways.โ โ " shut your fuckin mouth, vivi. you haven't talked to me in almost a month and now you wanna talk about sexual deviancy? "
" fine whatever. "โ โ and so, rather begrudgingly, holland does step into the office and take a seat. he tries to completely avoid the way vivian looks at him ; knowing, searching for holland to slip up and admit it all. admit that they're so much more than strangers, +
vivian raises an eyebrow at the display, more than a little annoyed he's taking this to his ๐ค๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. "mr. march, please. we can have this discussion in my office."
with that, he gestures for holland to follow him, taking a seat behind his desk and flipping through-
answering calls a week later. it stung. terribly so. holland hadn't felt that low in a long time, but here vivian was. his fucking therapist.โ โ " are you serious? "
holland grows more anxious by the minute, waiting extremely impatiently for this supposed doctor marlowe. and then he seems him. ๐ซ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ฃ. the guy who basically picked him up at a bar and fucked him stupid. made him completely rethink his sexuality, and then stopped +
it's a typical thursday afternoon. slow appointments, mostly return patients, standard and routine. he skims the schedule paper as he opens his office door, tapping against the clipboard with a pen pulled from his white coat. the name pencilled inโ ๐ฑ๐ธ๐ต๐ต๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐ถ๐ช๐ป๐ฌ๐ฑ.
@C0VERTPSYCH with holly. the guy seems competent enough, probably going to tell him about some mental disorders that holland could care less about. his foot taps against the carpet, waiting patiently to be called in.
@C0VERTPSYCH he hates therapy. it's a concept that he wasn't exactly familiar with, especially given where he grew up. mental illness wasn't real, but the guilt of his wife dying was literally killing him. the alcohol was destroying his liver and it was overall ruining his relationship +