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[__prefectgirl]

I always thought I would be the last person to see a therapist. I thought I was... somewhat well-adjusted. Somewhat. Maybe that was before.

But after everything that happened, and then hearing about Seamus over some internet journal thing (why did no-one tell me this!), I just needed someone to talk to. And I was told I can't go back to work unless

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[_indian_goddess]

I'm starting to think we all need a good session. Maybe if we just talk to each other. Be more open, or something. I am starting to worry about certain people. I don't want them to hurt when I could be doing something to help.

[forgedinart]

I'm not going to see some quack, if that's what you're getting at. I don't need some shrink telling me what I already know. I told you that already, Vati.

[_indian_goddess]

But you shouldn't shut it down straight away. It might help. If you're not going to embrace the truth and talk to me about it, I'll find a way to get you to talk to somebody. Even if it means a "shrink," whatever that is.

[forgedinart]

I don't need to go through this with you again. There's nothing wrong. Just let me get on with it on my own.

[_indian_goddess]

Get on with what? Merlin, Dean! Whenever I bring him up you grunt and change the subject. You need to acknowledge what happened, Dean, in order to deal with it.

Hermione, you wouldn't be able to give me the name of the therapist would you? Pansy?

[forgedinart]

I don't need a fucking therapist!

[_indian_goddess]

Profanity, Dean? Very becoming.

[forgedinart]

I'm sorry. God, I'm sorry.

Just, no, okay? Parvati, please. I can't. Not right now.

[_indian_goddess]

It's okay, my love. It will be okay. I promise.