Thread: The Therapist [Ladydark/SWN1994]

The woman took the bottle and stared at it before nodding. Standing she kissed her husband's cheek and excused herself. She needed to go to sleep now. Nathan was out of the reading room, watching from afar. His mother smiled and leads him to the room, the boy waving a small goodbye to the therapist before being taken to his room. The husband smiled as he took the card and nod Thank you. . . say doc. I have a question for you Nathan seems to actually be . . . okay. He knows how to cook, clean, and I even watched him sew a little. Would he really be able to survive without us? I only ask because, well, if anything were to happen we only have his grandfather and he is pretty close to death by now. I just want to know that he'll be okay, as an adult. Groaning softly he shook his head but laid limp in the man's arms. Taking a sharp breath he wet his lips and looked up to Tony after his forehead was kissed. Frowning the boy shook his head again and wiped his forehead like a child embarrassed by a parent's action. . . . erm. . . uh. . . he groaned again as he wiggled underneath the blanket. Warm. . . too warm. . . Nathan helped out that night as he took Tony's orders to heart and did what he would have normally done for his lover. He cooked dinner, meatloaf, helped his parents, and tried to convince his parents to allow him to go outside for a few minutes. He wasn't allowed outside. That weekend the detective came by wanting to talk to Nathan, who had hid in his old bedroom. His father decided to inform her about the therapist they had hired for Nathan and she asked if there was anyway to speak to him. The father informed her that the man would return on Monday and they could talk then. She accepted it and tried once more to speak to Nathan. Nathan, please come out of the room. Its me, detective Jones. Please leave me alone, Nathan said through the door as he kept his weight behind it. Ms. Jones could have easily opened it, and thought about opening the door however, not wanting to force Nathan into a untrusting state that he already seemed to be in. I don't want to talk. Nathan, honey, we need to talk. Whoever did this to you might be coming back or try to get a new person because of your absence. Leave. That first Christmas with Tony was difficult. If he was taken out of the room, Nathan would have had to be kept locked up to the older man. He wasn't cheerful and if there were any presents for him he would have kindly declined to open them. That would have made this all too real for him. On the news the boy would have showed up. Old photos of him showing up, all of them he was happily decorating the tree and even a video of the last Christmas with his parents. He was all smiles and being a goofball as he threw tinsel at the camera. Compared to the sad boy who sat on the floor, Nathan seemed more less depressed. Monday came and Nathan was dressed up in a button up dress shirt and jeans. He waited for Tony to come and once he was in, the boy brighten up. His parents did take him aside and explained that Ms Jones would be coming by after their session was done so she could speak to him. After this they allowed Nathan and Tony to go to the back. The backyard was lovely. There were large trees and Nathan's old clubhouse still intact. Hello Dr. Mathers. How are you today? Nathan asked as he tried to keep it casual. It was hard not to hug and kiss Tony. Harder not to want to follow him when he left so they could both be home. My parents are opening up the backdoor now whenever I eat in the dining room. . .