#yeah yeah at least somewhat inspired by the west wing therapy episode of course it is

[try-set-me-on-fire]

Tagged by @bigfootsmom for tease tidbit tuesday! Had an idea for what I want to do for another of my bad things happen bingo squares and scribbled this opening out on my lunch break at work

“I’ve been doing fine lately.”

“I’m glad. That’s not what I asked.”

Bobby frowns at Frank, who’s sitting as relaxed and neutral as he always is. “You’re a therapist. Don’t you need to know my… current mental state, something like that?”

“Sure,” Frank smiles just the tiniest bit. Bobby doesn’t know if that means he’s succeeded or failed at something. “But I asked: why are you here?”

Bobby likes to flatter himself by thinking he can come across pretty relaxed and neutral himself. He may have grown up surrounded by rapidly decreasing charm in a picture imperfect midwestern family, but none of them ever fully lost the ability to put on a show. “Well, it’s been a hell of a year,” he smiles back, just enough bashfulness, just enough aw shucks, ain’t that just the way.

Frank nods, demeanor unchanged. “It’s almost November,” he points out. “That’s a lot of year. Why did you decide to come in today?”

Bobby’s mother liked to think she could see right through him like this. She’d be impressed by Frank, if she’d approved of therapists. Bobby bites the side of his cheek. That wasn’t really her fault. It was a different time. None of the rest of them would have agreed to going, anyway. “Hell of a week, then.”

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