Insane ~APH FF~
"Mr. Kirkland, what seems to be the problem?" Elizabeta asked, setting her notepad down. The blonde looks over childishly, "That new guy in my room, he's really quiet. And he smells of cheap perfume and wine." He puffed his cheeks out. The woman laughs quietly and nods, "That is Francis, Mr. Kirkland. He was sent here after the detectives found him somewhere…He is indeed a nice man, but has…" she trailed off.
"Special things? Like how my special things are my," he sneered slightly. "My 'imaginary friends?'" he finished. She nodded and wrote something down on her papers, "Indeed, but he seems to be fond of you. He actually might consider you as a friend since you didn't push him away." She finished. The blonde scuffed, "How naïve…" he mumbles.
Elizabeta nodded, "Ja, I know, but he trusts you because you didn't call him many mean things and you accepted him." She replied. "He trusts me…? I don't even know him fully yet and he wants to be my…" Mr. Kirkland's breathing hitched and he blushed a light pink. Elizabeta tilted her head, the man never got all flustered like this, "Friend? Is that what you wanted to say?" she added. He nodded shyly and grabbed a crayon from off the coffee colored table, "Mhm…" he murmured.
"Francis, are you okay?" the soft voice said, smile dancing across the person's face. The man's eyes dilated and he shook slightly, "O-oui…" he replied, breathing lightly. "Please, Mr. Bonnefoy, I'm not going to hurt you. I'll just be asking you a few questions, is all." The other smiled. "I-I...Name though…" the other mumbled.
"Hm? My name's Matthew Williams, you can call me anything that revolves around that." He stated, setting his clipboard on his lap.
Francis nodded slowly and looked down at his lap, playing around with the hem of his shirt. Matthew took notice of his behavior and set a gentle hand on his knee, "Mr. Bonnefoy, please, do not worry about anything. No one is going to say any of those awful things, alright?" he reassured. The other's head flipped up like a light switch and his bottom lip quivered slightly, "T-they won't?" he asked. Matthew nodded towards his patient, "Oui, no one is going to say a thing about you."