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[empathicfault]

"Will Graham here. Leave a message."

[Open for text/audio/action/whatever.]

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Re: spam

[empathicfault]

Oh, right. Of course. I would understand if people were concerned, by that point. But that's not what we were doing.

[ He's quiet until they reach the elevator. The door closes and he speaks up again. ]

I...need to apologize to you, too. I didn't lie directly, but indirectly...a lot. In little ways, about this. I don't know if it would've been better if I kept trying to convince you or straight-up refused to go, but it definitely would be less...complicated, right now.

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[cactusy]

[Once they're in the elevator and she doesn't have to pay attention to where she's going, she turns to look at him straight-on, regarding him thoughtfully.]

Lemme ask you a question. When I said I wanted you to talk to all the counselors, what did you think I wanted you to do in those sessions?

Re: spam

[empathicfault]

[ Will's eyebrows shoot up. ]

Be...counseled? Work on my many and varied emotional issues so you don't have to decipher all of them?

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[cactusy]

[She shoots him a fingergun.]

Nope. I mean-- I didn't not want you to proactively work on your issues, but I wasn't expecting you to do it - not right at the start, and not with strangers, especially not with your history. Do you remember what I said when we talked about it back then?

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[empathicfault]

[ Will frowns slightly. ]

Apparently not.

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[cactusy]

[Apparently no offense is taken; she doesn't look annoyed, or bothered in any way.]

I told you I wanted you to get some broad exposure to therapists who aren't dicks. People who say they want to help people work through their issues, and who actually mean it.

As far as I was concerned, just chatting with them? Not actually a problem.

Re: spam

[empathicfault]

....oh.

[ The elevator opens and he starts the walk towards his little corner of the Barge, not speaking until they get near his door. ]

Well. I guess I've done that.

[ He opens his door- the dogs in their beds all wag a sedate greeting, and he heads over to pet them. ]