The Doctor is in...

[teenagerenegade]

It's probably not totally professional of him. In fact, it's not. Professional. Still. What Charlie's got is tonnes and tonnes of experience of being sent to psychiatrists and what he knows is this: that, sometimes, you can talk and talk and still, people just aren't listening. And, when you're a kid, there's nothing worse. Charlie might be

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[quileutejacob]

Jacob didn't really need to talk to anyone but it wasn't usual for a sign to be tacked up on a bathroom stall either and he was curious. It was one of those things that would end up biting him in the ass someday but for now, he was willing to run with it, and he knocked lightly on the stall door.

"So uh, how does this work, exactly? Do I sit in the stall next to you or do we go in the same one?"

[teenagerenegade]

That actually gets a laugh out of Charlie, huffs through his nose. He raises both eyebrows and tilts his head. His mouth is open to say something, but he thinks better of it.

"Next door is fine," he says, face straight. "It's usually better if you don't have to look straight at someone while you're talking to them."

[quileutejacob]

Jacob nodded and slid into the stall next to the guy, wondering what, if anything, he had to say. He didn't really do the whole therapy thing and honestly, he was pretty happy with his life. He had a great girlfriend, an awesome big sister in Shari, a purpose...except.

"So uh, I don't know how much experience you have with this stuff but I used to have powers. Shapeshifting powers?"

[teenagerenegade]

"Yeah, I have absolutely no experience with that," says Charlie, shifting to get himself comfortable in the stall, back turned against the wall, one sneaker up almost as how as his head.

"So why do you tell me about it? What's that like?"

[sluttylyingliar]

"I need to talk to you!" Rachel demands as she barges through the door. She would usually never bother because she's lived with her asshole self for years but now she has Raylan and a fetus to consider.

"I need like, fucking therapy."

[teenagerenegade]

He blinks when she barges into the room like that. Both eyebrows raise.

"Okay," he says slowly. "But if it's therapy about fucking? That might be kind of weird. Not that we can't talk about it. But...slightly weird."

[sluttylyingliar]

"I'm pregnant," she blurts out, hands clenched awkwardly at her side. "So I need you to fix me and make me into a normal person who isn't going to fuck it all up. Okay? Where do I sit?"

[teenagerenegade]

From the look on her face, Charlie feels like congratulations aren't necessarily in order. He looks at her for a long moment and then he tugs her in for a quick hug and nods to the stall next to the one he'd installed that one in.

"Sometimes, it's easier to talk if you're not looking straight at me."

[honestlyrubbish]

She doesn't notice the sign at first

[teenagerenegade]

"It's okay," he says, both hands up in a gesture kind of like surrender, and he tries really hard not to think Harry Potter Harry Potter Harry Potter. "It's just...something that I used to do back home. And it's kind of helpful, actually. Just...yeah. Sort of weird."

He smiles.

"Do you need to talk? While you're here?"

[honestlyrubbish]

"A bit," Hermione admits, her brows still knitting as she peers around and tries to imagine feeling comfortable speaking to someone else in such a setting. It's even more of a surprise when she finds that it's actually not so difficult at all to relax, memories of second year rising to the forefront of her mind, of huddling in stalls and brewing Polyjuice Potion. It all seems so long ago, now, but there are some things that one never forgets. The fleeting glimpse of a basilisk. The sigh of relief, of happiness, of overwhelming joy upon waking up and finding out that her best friends had figured out the Chamber at last

[teenagerenegade]

"Firstly, don't worry about my time. We're talking about you," he says, shifting to get more comfortable on his perch, head tilted to the side as he listens. "Okay. Let's start with the thing that you find most stressful and work our way back, okay?"

[little_moons]

THE DOCTOR IS IN.

Okay, right. That isn't fuckin' weird at all.

The stall isn't locked and I push open the door, metal clanging against metal as I look down at him with an arched brow.

"You know, gettin' a degree or whatever usually means you can stop seein' patients in a fuckin' toilet stall."

[teenagerenegade]

"The toilet stall isn't really the point," says Charlie, foot up against the wall, doodling in his notebook. "The point is that sometimes, people just need a chance to talk without...worrying who's listening. Just...knowing that they are."

[little_moons]

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I was joking," I point out, arching a brow and stepping into the stall with him, and it's cramped as fuck but maybe that's the point.

If I can cram myself into somebody's personal space, I'm gonna do it. Usually, he's okay with it, but since he's bein' all professional and shit, I'm not real sure if he'd rather I get lost.

[teenagerenegade]

Charlie really doesn't care about his personal space, especially where Neil's concerned. He rolls his eyes and reaches out to straighten the t-shirt over Neil's hip.

"You're supposed to be next door."

[curiously_cora]

Coraline stared at the sign curiously before wandering in.

"Doctor, why are you in the toilets? I'm climbing up," Coraline said, in warning as she clamboured onto the seat and peered over the top and down at Charlie. "Charlie? You're not the Doctor. Oh, you should probably specify which Doctor is in if you meant you. I thought you were the Doctor-Doctor. What are you doing?"

[teenagerenegade]

"Because not everyone likes coming into the office," says Charlie, idly doodling in his notebook. "And because most people still need someone to listen." He shrugs. "So I'm listening."

[curiously_cora]

"And I can tell you anything? And you can't tell anyone?" Coraline asked curiously.

[teenagerenegade]

"Sure," he says, one eyebrow raised. "If I think that you're not going to hurt yourself or someone else."