OMG TWINSIES!

[lynx]

I haven't even been at stage one yet, what makes you think this is even a game?

Oh, so Lynx did have stranger smiles, didn't he? He chuckled and leaned back into his chair, gulping down some milkshake to ease his burning throat. He looked calm now.

[.xander;;]

game, xander wrote, giving katze a matter-of-fact look. noun. strategy; fighting spirit. see, xander could be a smartass too.

the brunet threw his head back over the back of the chair and closed his eyes, rather disheveled at the session thus far. he straightened back up once he couldn’t take the wolf’s cold stare any longer.

so you are going to get me something so i can sleep, right?

[lynx]

If and only if you tell me about the nightmare.

Lynx could be a stubborn hard-ass too if he wanted! Hyahhh! Go Lynx! He's our man! If he can't do it then well... Go commit suicide.

Said doctor smiled a little before leaning back and chuckling once again. But it was soundless. Perhaps his vocal chords were damaged?

Did you want me to die?

[.xander;;]

no one deserves to die.

a deeper sigh parted xander’s lips. presently, he was too exhausted to even bother lying to katze, but still defiant enough to not get excessively specific.

the one i told you about before, he said, writing with his right hand and actually moving his left, though concealed by the sleeve save his fingertips, to rub his temple dejectedly, was only half of the shit i dream about. actually, the ones with the werewolves aren’t as bad as the other kind.

he paused, cursing himself for going this far. the patient didn’t particularly enjoy being at all open with katze, but otherwise nothing would get done. and the therapist would never leave him alone.

i have…somewhat of a really good memory, he continued soberly. and sometimes i dream about things that actually happened to me. they range from when i was a little kid to recently. and they always go exactly like they happened. they always involve people i loved. and they’re always about the times that i was really happy, when i felt really good about myself and my life, like everything was perfect. it was, i guess.

right at the moment when i’m the happiest, the dream changes. i know what’s supposed to happen next because i lived it, but it changes. the people in the memory, the people i loved, trusted…they turn on me. sometimes they just leave me, sometimes they curse me, sometimes they try to kill me.

the brunet’s entire body trembled harshly once. his distress made him look more like a small child than a grown man. they’re more frightening than the ones about being eaten alive. i don’t want them.

[lynx]

That was all Lynx wished to hear. This time he perscribed a decent-strength medication with certain ingrediants in it. He lifted the wall slightly and shoved the note near Xander's feet. Retreats, and closes the wall. He didn't smile for once, amazingly so.

Thank you... Xander.

[.xander;;]

he wasn’t sure why katze thanked him, but he didn’t linger on it for very long. what did he care, anyway?

the other doctors would put me on depressants if i got that worked up, he informed the therapist with a stone gaze. they’d keep me on them until i stopped being aggressive. you probably should before i kill you or something.

truth be told, xander hated those. they made him feel more dead than he already did. but they kept the people around him safe. safer, anyway.

[lynx]

You don't need them. Those are sleeping pills. I hope you will sleep well.

Sighs a little and leans back. He wasn't going to put Xander on those stupid things. Meh, he didn't like putting his pacients on pills in the first place unless it was absolutely required of him.

[.xander;;]

katze was pretty stupid if he thought a werewolf didn’t need to be suppressed, but at the same time, that was a relief. xander looked the blond straight in the eyes after his final words and appeared to have something important to say.

thank you.

he wanted to write it, but his hand wouldn’t do it. his pride, his bestial dignity that stemmed from the wolf’s power, would not let him.

don’t you have some annoying questions to ask me? he wrote instead, looking away almost guiltily.

[lynx]

Lynx knew what the other meant in his eyes; and that was enough to satisfy him. He chuckled and shifted back in his chair.

No, you are free to go.

With that, the pretty one just sat in his chair, he had another pacient to get ready for after all!