Therapy #7
As usual Isaac wasn't there when Peter came in. He'd come to realize that if he was there, Peter might actually worry. Instead he waited until he was summoned back to Christina's office, a sucker stem sticking out of the corner of his mouth.
His nose wrinkled. "I didn't know you smoked,' he said, taking a seat.
"I actually don't but a patient does. Does it bother you?"
Peter shook his head, sprawling out over the arm chair, looking relaxed and content. "My mom smoked when I was little so I kind of like the scent. Love cigars. Dad and his buddies smoked them when I was little and I still thought everything was okay and my family was normal."
Christina nodded. "Now what do you think?"
He chuckled. "That they're insane. Just like everyone else's families."
"You're in a brighter mood. It's nice to see, Peter."
"Thanks,' he said, alternately sucking on the lolli and talking. "I'm not sure if it's okay that I feel better but I do."
"Why wouldn't it be okay?"
"Because... Isaac kissed me." He fought not to say the words with a sigh. "Twice. He kissed me because he wanted to. And we had a really great night. We sat and talked and held hands and curled up together and shared and... and it was really good."
A brow arched but Christina smiled. "So you had a great night with a guy you've admitted to liking and now you're happy and... this is bad?"
Peter laughed at that. "Well when you put it like that..." He shrugged. "I'm worried it's bad that I'm happy because maybe, just maybe, there's a romantic relationship here. That I'm not just madly chasing after someone I can never have but would have always wanted."
"I see." She nodded, realizing what he'd been trying to say. "So what do you want to do from here?"
"Exactly what we have been." It was said without a second thought. "It's the same as it was before but sometimes now, when we're close, we get a little closer. I like that. It's..." Peter rolled his eyes. "I'm totally insane because before I couldn't stop thinking about how hot he was and having these sex dreams and now..."
"Now,' she prompted gently.
"I'm happy with kissing him. I'm not talking like porn kisses and all. They're just soft and sweet and seem so much more important than trying to paw him." His gaze dropped then. "Even if he is hot and runs around in painted spattered sweat pants and nothing else." He sighed then, longing desire tinging his tone.
"What will you do if it never goes beyond those kisses?"
"Then I'll enjoy kissing my best friend and we'll go on like we are..." He snorted. "And I'll invest in baby oil and avoided the living room when he's padding back from the shower."
Christina laughed then. "You're much more open when you're happy."
That caught Peter off guard and he thought about it. "I guess I am. I think it's you though. I feel comfortable around you."
"I'm very glad to hear that... even if I have to tell you that your session's over."
Peter laughed, nearly bouncing to his feet. "Thank you for seeing us, Christina."
"I'm glad to see you smile,' she admitted, seeing him to the lobby.
His nose wrinkled. "I didn't know you smoked,' he said, taking a seat.
"I actually don't but a patient does. Does it bother you?"
Peter shook his head, sprawling out over the arm chair, looking relaxed and content. "My mom smoked when I was little so I kind of like the scent. Love cigars. Dad and his buddies smoked them when I was little and I still thought everything was okay and my family was normal."
Christina nodded. "Now what do you think?"
He chuckled. "That they're insane. Just like everyone else's families."
"You're in a brighter mood. It's nice to see, Peter."
"Thanks,' he said, alternately sucking on the lolli and talking. "I'm not sure if it's okay that I feel better but I do."
"Why wouldn't it be okay?"
"Because... Isaac kissed me." He fought not to say the words with a sigh. "Twice. He kissed me because he wanted to. And we had a really great night. We sat and talked and held hands and curled up together and shared and... and it was really good."
A brow arched but Christina smiled. "So you had a great night with a guy you've admitted to liking and now you're happy and... this is bad?"
Peter laughed at that. "Well when you put it like that..." He shrugged. "I'm worried it's bad that I'm happy because maybe, just maybe, there's a romantic relationship here. That I'm not just madly chasing after someone I can never have but would have always wanted."
"I see." She nodded, realizing what he'd been trying to say. "So what do you want to do from here?"
"Exactly what we have been." It was said without a second thought. "It's the same as it was before but sometimes now, when we're close, we get a little closer. I like that. It's..." Peter rolled his eyes. "I'm totally insane because before I couldn't stop thinking about how hot he was and having these sex dreams and now..."
"Now,' she prompted gently.
"I'm happy with kissing him. I'm not talking like porn kisses and all. They're just soft and sweet and seem so much more important than trying to paw him." His gaze dropped then. "Even if he is hot and runs around in painted spattered sweat pants and nothing else." He sighed then, longing desire tinging his tone.
"What will you do if it never goes beyond those kisses?"
"Then I'll enjoy kissing my best friend and we'll go on like we are..." He snorted. "And I'll invest in baby oil and avoided the living room when he's padding back from the shower."
Christina laughed then. "You're much more open when you're happy."
That caught Peter off guard and he thought about it. "I guess I am. I think it's you though. I feel comfortable around you."
"I'm very glad to hear that... even if I have to tell you that your session's over."
Peter laughed, nearly bouncing to his feet. "Thank you for seeing us, Christina."
"I'm glad to see you smile,' she admitted, seeing him to the lobby.