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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[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."

[little_moons]

"I know it's you, man. Puttin' a wall between us isn't gonna make me forget," I point out, looking down with distant interest at his hand smoothing down the hem of my shirt.

"Wasn't really lookin' to spill my guts out. Just came in here for a piss."

[teenagerenegade]

He tugs Neil's shirt and rolls his eyes before he goes back to his doodling.

"So take a piss and go away," he says, flashing a grin.