Duke was finally doing it. He'd made an appointment and everything, and dragged himself to the mainland to keep it instead of calling out at the last minute or just. Not going. (Lucifer would pout if he hurt his favorite therapist by being a no-show. And . . . and Octavia was proud of him for trying to do therapy again at all. He was, to use a very old fashioned term, so whipped by his partners.)
But he had some very lovely photos texted to him to lift his mood a bit as he made his way downtown, at least. So there was that. . . .
[NFB due to distance. For the lovingly NPC'd therapist!]
But he had some very lovely photos texted to him to lift his mood a bit as he made his way downtown, at least. So there was that. . . .
[NFB due to distance. For the lovingly NPC'd therapist!]