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text; un: kboy88

[kobes]

[obviously when you said "text when you land" you meant four hours after, right?]

👍

[disarrayed]

I expect you took more than the prescribed dosage of Xanax on the plane and that's why it took you four hours to tell me you've landed?

We'll have to discuss this in our next session, Mr. Alvida.

[kobes]

and ppl say my generation can't communicate 😘

koby. just koby here
unrelated but i'm out of xanax 🥺🥺🥺

[disarrayed]

Koby it is. An interesting nickname. Who gave it to you?

I'll have to find my prescription pad if you want more Xanax. I think I misplaced it in my travel things. Care to help find it?

[kobes]

short for jakob
i made it up.

aw, you're helpless, cute
say please ❤️

[disarrayed]

Creative.

[ koby is cute - a name that's a little more playful on the tongue. ]

I believe it's you who should say please. If I don't find my prescription pad, then I'm unfortunately unable to refill your medication. I would hate to see you go without for such a long time.

[kobes]

thanks, i guess? just a nickname, not a big deal.

[it is; jakob wasn't his choice. this was.]

🙄🙄🙄
helpless without me. fine.
i'll help you look, doc.

@timmyyyyy

[holyposition]

Is this Dr. Graham? My name's Timoteo Salvatore. I'm wondering if you're taking new patients while you're here.

[disarrayed]

[ oh. salvatore. interesting. ]

Hello Mr. Salvatore, a pleasure.

My books are a little busy but I have some times throughout the week available. If it’s urgent, of course, I could try to squeeze you in today if you’d like.

What has you reaching out to me today? If you’re more comfortable, I could send you a short questionnaire instead.

[holyposition]

How urgent is urgent? I'm not about to kill myself or anything. There's just a lot going on.

Okay. I can fill something out.

[disarrayed]

Why don’t you come by this afternoon? I have an hour at 1:00 PM, another at 3:00 PM.

I’ll send a link over shortly of course. Feel free to answer any question you see fit or that applies to you. I know sometimes it’s easier to have someone there to listen, so we can tailor these sessions in a way that best suits your needs.

[ and in the picture of professionalism, there’s an automated link to some information about his practice, pricing, and a link to a quick mental health assessment to set baselines. cannibal doctor? no signs here. ]

[holyposition]

I can do 1.

Thank you. See you then.

[ The survey will include a lot of middling answers - he feels like he's not good enough only sometimes, and neither agrees or disagrees with many statements about himself and his feelings. It's not that he’s not taking it seriously, but 'you are often worried about the future?' It’s all more nuanced than a rating from one to five.

The daddy issues manage to shine through, though. ]

[disarrayed]

I'll see you then. My office is near the library. If you have trouble finding it, please reach out.

[ but the little questionnaire is interesting - very undecided down the middle, but again this is only a jump pad for talking points. he knows a little about timoteo from a number of sources, so he's very intrigued to see what he brings to the session.

when tim arrives, the door is open for him and will sits at his desk, writing something in a notebook. it's the noise of old floors creaking that has him looking up and giving a soft, small smile. ]

You must be Mr. Salvatore. Come in.

@sadsir | post gossip column

[mygoodsir]

I'm going to be in bed for a week so I will miss racing the snails. My apologies. My entire life is over.

[disarrayed]

Harry.

Are you back in your rooms already?

[mygoodsir]

Yes.

I do not wish to be seen.

I am certain I've been more humiliated at some point, but I can't remember when.

[disarrayed]

I'd like to come over. You don't have to say anything, but I'll sit beside you and read.

You shouldn't be alone, humiliated or otherwise. Not right now.

[mygoodsir]

You fear I am a danger to myself, or to others?

[disarrayed]

Hardly.

When things are difficult it is often times good to have a friend at your side.

sometime in later june

[mygoodsir]

[The sun has just set - orange and pink still stain the horizon but the rest of the sky is an indigo edging into velvety black. The heat of the day is only now beginning to dissipate, and a light breeze drifts through the open windows.

What Will will find upon entering his room is Harry completely nude, spawled on top of Will's bed. He's reading in the low light of the bedside lamp, and he looks up when Will comes in.]

You're not going to believe what I found in my room.

[disarrayed]

[ he's just coming back from a few added appointments and walks in shrugging off his suit jacket when he spots harry, comfortable and sprawled on his bed. this isn't a completely unusual occurrence, but it does bring a surprised little smile to his face. ]

And what did you find in your room? [ he steps out of his shoes, shucks his jeans, leaving him in a button down and boxer briefs as he approaches the bed, smoothing a hand along the back of one of harry's arms. ]

From the looks of it, you didn't find your clothes.

[mygoodsir]

Too hot for clothes, luv.

[He turns the book do that Will can see the title: The Indifferent Stars Above: The Harrowing Saga of the Donner Party.]

Found it tucked into the desk. A little light reading from the former occupant, one supposes. But look, it gets better...

[He sits up a little, turning the book so Will can see that there are post-it notes peeking out from the pages. Harry opens the book to one.]

Look at this. The book speaks of the unusually harsh weather that occured in the Sierra Nevadas, and the note says, "It was the same cold snap." It's even underlined.

[He smiles at Will, but his eyes are dimly confused and frightened.]

Strange, isn't it?

Lots of strange goings on, Will. Here, give us a kiss. You look lovely.

[disarrayed]

[ he takes up the book, looking closer at the little post-its, but the notes make little sense to him, at least in this context. but it's harry's voice and demeanor that draw him in instead, fingers sliding away from the book to the man's wrist, idly feeling for the rabbiting of his pulse. ]

You're afraid.

[ he turns then, moving to straddle harry's hips, weighting him down to the bed but not obliging the kiss just yet. harry is delightful to kiss, to do so many more things with, but even will can see the solid outline of a man begin to blur and distort. ]

What are you afraid of, Harry? [ he reaches for his cheek, his chin, then leans in and kisses him hard. ]

[mygoodsir]

[He wets his lips.]

Yes.

[He's more sober than he has been in some time, and that isn't helping. But Will's body does, gives him an anchor to reality.

He kisses back hotly, fear channeling itself into lust instead.]

I saw something. Things have been wrong since.

[His one hand finds Will's curls and tugs.]

[disarrayed]

[ will leans his body heavy into harry’s, soaking up the kiss and letting his own strong hands plant on either side of the man’s head. it gives him nothing else to look at but will.

he gets close, noses bumping, mouth a ghost over harry’s. ]

Talk me through what you saw, from the beginning.

[ he shifts his weight, clothed ass sitting comfortably over harry’s dick. weight, presence - what better than the body’s base needs to keep someone firmly rooted in the present. ]