faithbloomed:

_{Starter for @radiasi.} 

         Now anger was _{an emotion that Sadie could relate to. Probably everyone could, but in particular, Sadie had spent most of her own life quite angry. There were a lot of terrible things out in the world to be angry about, and it was admirable that anyone feel anything about them. It was better than indifference, anyways. Sadie made a note in her pad about management techniques that she wanted to discuss with him later. It was possible he already knew some of them, but it couldn’t hurt to try.}

        _{“That’s really good. It’s good to have that understanding of what it is you struggle with, and what you want to work on. It makes things a lot easier, so definitely give yourself that credit because it can be hard to be that introspective.” A smile to show that she’s proud of his work so far. “So can you tell me, what do you think is your biggest source of anger?? What makes you the most angry??”}

_{❛   WHAT MAKES ME ANGRY   ??   probably just…   people telling me to give myself credit.   or asking questions like the one you just did.   ❜}

_{a retort directed with jest and followed by a chuckle to assure no signs of hostility, meek tone just barely masking the mounds of insecurities with self-deprecating humor   (   a classic avoidance tactic.   )   it was a futile stretch of the imagination—   the prospect that any effective results would spring from these supposed ‘treatment’ sessions.   temples creased, apprehension takes root;   two fingers wedging beneath glasses on either side, tracing markings, applying pressure to his forehead.   PATIENCE WEARING THIN as he struggles to bring fidgets to a close—   bruce has grown bored of the recommendations he is far too familiar with, the lifestyle suggestions he’d already taken up years ago, the words of wisdom he has so often heard on repeat, through endless loops and multiple accounts.   the meditation, the tea, the yoga…   it might relax him for an hour or so at best, and did absolutely nothing at worst.   shuffling through his past would bring him no closure   &&   anger was a shade that the doctor wore well.   DESPITE FRUITLESS ATTEMPTS to change that, it would forever remain a good color on him.   all he really needed was control and, seeing as he’d recently gotten a better hold on that…} 

_{he didn’t know why he’d bothered to show up today, or why he had dragged himself to the four previous meetings, at that.   maybe he liked sadie, or empathized with her— sitting in a chair for hours upon hours, trying to get inside the minds of people she would never successfully be able to reach.   her efforts were commendable and, in some foreign way, he suspected HIS SHEER FONDNESS OF HER COMPANY had played a role in how she managed to charm him into coming this far.    nervous tugs entrap charcoal curls and pull at them before reaching to scan the side of the floor…   clutching his briefcase and abruptly bringing himself to a stand.   ❛   sadie, listen, i, uh…   this is all…   i don’t need to be here.   i…   i’m sorry.   i have another appointment i have to make it to, and i…   forgot to cancel.   how, uh, HOW MUCH SHOULD I MAKE THE CHECK FOR   ??   i’ll pay you double for the inconvenience.   ❜   lie after lie, stuttering, pounding, palms sweat, rapidly searching for a pen.}