TM Challenge: Weather
"...lovely weather we're having," Captain Hammer declares.
Across from him, his long-suffering therapist raises his eyebrows. "Why exactly are you talking about the weather, Captain?"
"Why not?" the Captain replies, brightly. "Look at it. All... sunny and so on. You gotta love sunshine. Brings out the colour of my eyes. Plus, all the girls start wearing pretty dresses and who would complain about that? Even though I don't look so much any more, because of... him."
He is one of those people who can speak in font sizes. Dr Goettmann has been sadly aware of this for some time. He sighs and scribbles 'avoidant again - must address' in his notepad.
"Maybe so," Goettmann says, "but that isn't why we're here."
"It could be," the Captain suggests, in one of his typical, oblivious tones that is - Goettmann knows - actually a rather effective lie. If you buy into it. "I liked the weather when I was a child. Especially that winter we took a trip to the mountains. So much snow. I tried to build an igloo but it didn't quite work."
Goettmann just stares at him. The Captain blinks back, apparently still oblivious. Apparently. "What?" he asks. "You like it when I talk about my childhood."
"I like it when you talk about your childhood when I ask you to," Goettmann re-iterates. This would be so much easier if his patient was actually as much of an idiot as he generally acts. "Right now, I want you to tell me what you've dreamed since last week."
"I had one about the rain."
"..The rain."
"Yes!" He sounds so bright. It's like flashing a big placard with 'COVERING BEHAVIOUR' written on it. "I was standing on a balcony watching it rain over the city."
"...You're a walking cliche, you do realise that?"
"Being a walking cliche just means I'm setting the trend for everyone else. It was raining a lot."
Goettmann sighs. "Very well. What other dreams did you have?"
Pause. Blink. "...One about snow?"
It should not be a question. Goettmann taps his pen on his notebook. "You had that dream again, didn't you? The one with the..." ...check notebook, check notebook... aha... "...and I quote 'diabolical lasers'?"
"...No?"
"Captain."
"Doctor?" Eyeflicker. Aha.
"The dream?"
"...Lots and lots of snow?"
And Goettmann sighs again. It's days like this that he understands why some people turn to super-villainy.
Across from him, his long-suffering therapist raises his eyebrows. "Why exactly are you talking about the weather, Captain?"
"Why not?" the Captain replies, brightly. "Look at it. All... sunny and so on. You gotta love sunshine. Brings out the colour of my eyes. Plus, all the girls start wearing pretty dresses and who would complain about that? Even though I don't look so much any more, because of... him."
He is one of those people who can speak in font sizes. Dr Goettmann has been sadly aware of this for some time. He sighs and scribbles 'avoidant again - must address' in his notepad.
"Maybe so," Goettmann says, "but that isn't why we're here."
"It could be," the Captain suggests, in one of his typical, oblivious tones that is - Goettmann knows - actually a rather effective lie. If you buy into it. "I liked the weather when I was a child. Especially that winter we took a trip to the mountains. So much snow. I tried to build an igloo but it didn't quite work."
Goettmann just stares at him. The Captain blinks back, apparently still oblivious. Apparently. "What?" he asks. "You like it when I talk about my childhood."
"I like it when you talk about your childhood when I ask you to," Goettmann re-iterates. This would be so much easier if his patient was actually as much of an idiot as he generally acts. "Right now, I want you to tell me what you've dreamed since last week."
"I had one about the rain."
"..The rain."
"Yes!" He sounds so bright. It's like flashing a big placard with 'COVERING BEHAVIOUR' written on it. "I was standing on a balcony watching it rain over the city."
"...You're a walking cliche, you do realise that?"
"Being a walking cliche just means I'm setting the trend for everyone else. It was raining a lot."
Goettmann sighs. "Very well. What other dreams did you have?"
Pause. Blink. "...One about snow?"
It should not be a question. Goettmann taps his pen on his notebook. "You had that dream again, didn't you? The one with the..." ...check notebook, check notebook... aha... "...and I quote 'diabolical lasers'?"
"...No?"
"Captain."
"Doctor?" Eyeflicker. Aha.
"The dream?"
"...Lots and lots of snow?"
And Goettmann sighs again. It's days like this that he understands why some people turn to super-villainy.