Gemotions

The clinic’s waiting room had a soothing atmosphere. Soft music, neutral colors, and the subtle scent of lavender. David’s eyes danced. He tried to hide the widening of his grin. The thought of confronting *him* in this setting was…delightful. He crossed his arms, leaning back in his seat and taking a deep breath.

He knew he shouldn't be here. He probably didn't need a therapist, but the email had been the perfect opportunity. He’d imagined many scenarios involving Mark over the years, but this – Mark, now Dr. Mark Harrison – was the most surreal.

When Mark opened the door, a slight flush rose up David's neck. He gave a small nod and followed Mark inside the office.

“So David,” Mark said, with a practiced smile. “Tell me what’s on your mind.”

David settled in, the corners of his mouth twitching. This should be fun.