[will is visibly bemused, and he’s not normally visibly anything, veiling all his emotions behind the veneer of a good, dutiful therapist, confidentiality and how does that make you feel and notes jotted down on paper. koby doesn’t know what he wrote back in the beginning, back before things took a turn, before all his bared teeth and snarling and ferocity came to nothing and he finally just stood up, crossed the room and plopped himself down into will’s lap, that first time, leaned and whispered – you want to help me? i’ll show you how to help me.
this time is gentler, because koby knows he isn’t going to get shoved to the floor and have his guardian and the police and probably the vatican called. because will takes his hand and tugs him along, and he’s amused, and that’s a win, so koby’s smiling smug as a satisfied cat as he slips onto the offered seat. it’s an effort not to straddle will’s thigh, not to grind down against the meat of it and get himself off that way – wouldn’t be the first time – but he’s playing sweet today, he’s the earnest little strung-out patient willing to do whatever he’s told, willing to behave.
so he tips his head towards the touch, demandingly affectionate, smushing his cheek into will’s palm, pulling a thoughtful pout.] Hmmmmm… [one arm lifts, drapes around the good doctor’s neck, nestling the warm, pliant shape of the younger man’s body closer. koby huffs, scrunches his nose, rests his chin in will’s hand as his eyes roll upwards, exaggerated thought.] Dooooo I get a clue?
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this time is gentler, because koby knows he isn’t going to get shoved to the floor and have his guardian and the police and probably the vatican called. because will takes his hand and tugs him along, and he’s amused, and that’s a win, so koby’s smiling smug as a satisfied cat as he slips onto the offered seat. it’s an effort not to straddle will’s thigh, not to grind down against the meat of it and get himself off that way – wouldn’t be the first time – but he’s playing sweet today, he’s the earnest little strung-out patient willing to do whatever he’s told, willing to behave.
so he tips his head towards the touch, demandingly affectionate, smushing his cheek into will’s palm, pulling a thoughtful pout.] Hmmmmm… [one arm lifts, drapes around the good doctor’s neck, nestling the warm, pliant shape of the younger man’s body closer. koby huffs, scrunches his nose, rests his chin in will’s hand as his eyes roll upwards, exaggerated thought.] Dooooo I get a clue?