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"Oh, is it?" and smiled giving a nod. "Then let's watch a few movies, nap and when we go then we can go out and eat after." Though he was basically merging his and Daren's ideas Timothy felt like daren had thought of it all. Everything except the shrink was going to be fun.

(( >> To the appointment! >> ))

Timothy sat in the waiting room nervously, remnants of the day's earlier anger flickering to life in his chest. His ankles were crossed, fingers laced together and his head was bowed down to look at them. However the hazel eyes would quickly look up and scan the room as though a danger would appear within seconds before glancing back down. He didn't want to be here. He really didn't want to be here.

As soon as the doctor's door opened his head snapped up and he watched the woman which exited. She seemed rather close to Daren, though Daren's body language could have proven otherwise. Daren was right though, Dr. Ko was incredibly tiny. She looked like a child compared to the officer.

But she spotted Timothy and the red-head tensed, entire body going still as she walked forward. "H-hello." he looked like he wanted to take her hand to be polite, but really he didn't want to get close to this woman at all. He wanted to get in and get out as soon as possible.

The man stood, feeling the small yet unseeable tremors running up and down his legs. He wasn't thirsty. He didn't want tea. But this was good, this was useless, they weren't talking about him. Good. This was good. "Anything is fine." he murmured, standing inside the room and looking at Daren sit towards the back.

Mint tea was fine, eyes scanning the lounge and the lazy boy. Either could have him lie down but he settled with the lounge. Did he have questions for her? Could he leave and never return? Considering Aomine had to come back TImothy would be forced to return as well in due time. Could she just sign a slip saying he never had to attend? Lies, Aomine would force him to attend regardless. "I don't really have anything to say." he murmured, not bothering to look at her but looked to the side. "Nothing really happened this week." Aside from wet dreams, trying to hit on Iroh, yelling and hitting Aomine. Nothing he wanted to discuss with an absolute stranger.

That ember of anger turned into a small flame as she mentioned Aomine's busted lip. he turned his head away from the woman slightly but also in the opposite direction of Aomine as to not look at him. "I did." he mumbled. "I didn't want to come here."

Brown eyes stayed focused on the picture, a tree in the autumn weather. Aomine hadn't deserved it, Timothy had lashed out accidentally before he could stop himself. His knuckles still hurt where they made contact. Timothy came because he would have been forced to come by court order regardless, he might as well get it over with. He wanted to open his mouth and point out that being hit once didn't make it abusive, but if there was a mark left it did, and Timothy couldn't seem like Andrew who made excuses for everything.

And he was skinny and weak, four years of letting Andrew beat him around like a rag doll. Who allowed that to happen to them? daren was large, larger than Andrew. Timothy had to reach up to lay one on him.

"Guilty." he acknowledged. Though whether he was acknowledging that hitting him made him feel guilty or admitting he did hit him he didn't say. He didn't want to grow angry. He'd never been angry aside from earlier that day and it was like a horrible flame which filled his chest and roared with sharp teeth before lashing out.

And it was growling at the doctor.

He wasn't going to look at her.

Timothy closed his eyes as though that would try to tune her out.

"Did you cry and beg him to forgive you? And he did, didn't he? he forgave you right away."

"Tim. Oh god Timmy I'm so sorry. It was an accident please I don't know what came over me." the man had said, looking horrified as the bruise turned an alarming shade of red on the light colored skin. "Oh Tim I'm so sorry."

Timothy could only watch the man look horrified, starting to walk off. "I-It's okay! It was my fault anyway I did ask a rude question."

"Just like you did. you used to forgive him right away, didn't you? all he had to do was smile, give you a little kiss and you forgave him for beating you, for hurting you. That Andrew had you wrapped around his little finger."

He's kissed Aomine twice because he hurt him. He had kissed the man to make him better. Not to ask for forgiveness he never asked for it but just a few small kisses and Aomine had forgiven him.

But the writing on the head. Eyes snapped open, nose smelling the sharpie marker, feeling the cold ink on his skin and the stares of multiple men at his blind-folded and tied body. "It was c** bucket." he murmured, fingers over his mouth as though it would help. "It wouldn't wash off for days because it was sharpie. Just c** bucket. c** bucket c** bucket!" he shouted as the monster roared as he remembered the pain and the feeling. That sticky feeling of filth. "And I'd never write that on his head! He has done nothing but treat me well and take care of me and you're assuming I'm going to be like Andrew!" hazel eyes were narrowed angrily at her. "There's a difference! There's a god damned difference and you don't give a ******** about it! This is why I didn't want to come at all! This is your job and you're ******** enjoying it!" and grabbed the mug, ready to throw it and it's hot contents at her (most having spilled over his covered arm) but after a second he through it at the ground and yelled, taking the pillow off the lounge and throwing at at her insted before pushing the lounge chair over angrily before kicking it and yelling some more.

That was all he could really destroy, ethics preventing him from ruining the bookshelves or breaking things and the horrid b***h had her mug in her hands. He gave a final yell before quite literally dropping to the ground and sighing, having to bottle up the rage he couldn't use. He wan'ted to shank someone. The man sat up and pulled at the lounge chair, moving it over him, legs in the air and formed a sort of tent around him, laying on his stomach like a child underneath it and continuing to fizz in anger.