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[ everything about teo across from him reeks of someone waiting to bolt - or to make a decision to be anything but the young man in the chair spilling his life story. it's an energy that heightens his own senses, not unlike predator and prey. but he tilts his head, listening, eyes dropping to the cup between teo's palms. ]

You'll spill it.

[ it's all he says in response at first, but offers a warm smile. ] If you want to figure out how to stop pushing people away, you'll need to first identify what frightens you.

[ and then, a little more frankly: ] Your parents sound like controlling prudes. That's always a bad start.

[ Expecting him not to wave his cup around is anti-italian discrimination. But, he relents, taking a small sip from it before leaving it on a side table within reach. Will’s next words nearly make him recoil, as if he’s smelled something rotten. What frightens him? They just met.

He can talk about his parents, though. He’s certainly complained to less willing audiences. ]

Try just...absent. She’s already left him for his brother, but even when she was around, she wasn’t really. I mostly see her when she decides to lecture me for making her look bad. My dad just works. Sometimes he tries, but it’s always years too late. They hate each other and pushed me off on nannies and boarding schools and my nonno. Who's gone, so.

[ He pauses. Is this normal, to just blather out the cliff notes of his entire life so the good doc can slap a bandaid on it? He doesn’t know, he never asked Koby how the actual therapy part was supposed to go, he just asked if the dick was good. Teo shuts his eyes, just for a second. Maybe it’ll pass as a long blink. ]

And they’re finally getting a divorce, so they care more about who gets what than the fact that he’s gone.

[ a mother who has turned to her husband's brother, a divorce being finalized between two likely emotionally stunted egotists. and yet they have managed to have a son who still wants to see good in the world. interesting. ]

Their priorities don't match your own and they're not willing to meet you in the middle. Too little too late. Their egos are more important than their child.

[ he shifts in his seat, tilting his head. he knows a little bit about teo simply by way of koby, but putting all the pieces together now makes their friendship make even more sense. ]

Usually a therapist would ask how it makes you feel, but I don't see the value in that here. Close your eyes again. Try to relax if you can - something tells me you don't often get quiet, safe places away from the noise of their drama. So rest your eyes for a moment.

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