#i guess this is technically me working towards figuring out Genevieve's canon story outside of m3 so that's fun!

[nevalizona]

Cameron asks Genevieve a question.

Please pardon any errors.

Genevieve furrowed her thick eyebrows as she looked at Cameron. He sat lazily on the couch smoking a cigarette, waiting to see what she would say. Part of him felt a tad mischievous for even posing the question.

"Hm. I'm not sure, Cameron. Anger is an interesting emotion. Productive when utilized. Destructive when not. Which do you prefer?" She sat down on the couch next to him. There's distance between them. Cameron wondered if this was the closest he'll ever get to seeing 'therapist Genevieve'.

"I like productive. I think while I was serving, though, they preferred destructive. They'd say they wanted something else, but you learn to read between the lines." He says this so nonchalantly Genevieve can't help but wonder why he asked in the first place.

"Well, do you want to find a way to turn your anger into something else? Or do you want to soak in it?" Her hand twitched, Cameron smiled around his cigarette as he stuck it back between his lips. Did she want to take a note?

Cameron thought about what she asked earnestly. What does he want to do with this rage? Honestly, he wanted to beat the shit out of something until his knuckles bled. That is silly to do at his age. He's 31. He could practice batting again. Maybe lift some weights. Is that productive, though? Maybe it's just busy work.

"What are you thinking about, Cam?" Genevieve softened, letting the professionalism slide off her shoulder. This is her boyfriend she's talking to, after all.

"Genny, are you ever angry?" Cameron asked, reaching his cigarette over to her so she could have a drag if she wanted.

"Yes. I am human, Cameron." Her teeth popped out from behind her lips. This is a goofy smile. She must have really thought that was an odd question. She took the cigarette from him and took a nice long drag. She blushed when she noticed he was watching her closely.

"What do you do with it?"

"Well,' She blew smoke out of her mouth as she handed him back the cigarette, 'I turn inward. I can be quite mean to myself, I suppose."

"I turn outward. I can be quite mean to other people."

"But you're also mean to yourself." She gestured to his calloused knuckles.

He lifted his hand up and looked at it from different angles. He never thought about it that way. Well, not since he was a teen, at least. He doesn't think that's the root of his anger, though. He doesn't want to hurt himself.

"I think you got it wrong, Doc. I don't want to hurt myself. That's just a byproduct." Cameron flashed her a toothy grin before putting his cigarette out.

Once again, Genevieve furrowed her eyebrows. She didn't know what to say. She knows what he's implying. She knew it without him even saying it. He wants to hurt someone else.

"Look, Gen. I'm done. Sorry I asked, alright?" Cameron reached over and set his hand firmly on her thigh. She nodded her head, but still, the gears turned quickly in her brain.