Gemotions

The clinic itself was impressive. Clean lines, expensive artwork, and a scent of expensive air freshener. Michael swallowed. He really hadn’t expected this. Seeing Alex behind the desk, listed as a qualified therapist, seemed… surreal. He felt a weird, almost fizzy sensation in his chest. He grinned.

He'd spent years avoiding Alex. Now, here he was, seeking out Alex's professional help. The situation was simply absurd. He fiddled with his watch, barely able to contain his excitement.

"Please, come in," Alex said, with a forced pleasantness.

Michael followed him, a slight bounce in his step. "So, Michael," Alex said, already in therapist mode, "what brings you to my office?"

Michael sat down on the couch. This was going to be fantastic.