AN: This chapter is shorter, but that's okay. I think Hong Kong is a bit OOC at this point, but he will get better, I promise. He's just an angry kid right now. I'm not going to put warnings at the beginning anymore, unless something explicit happens. I think you guys get it by now. Anyway, enjoy and review please!

Xiao was early to the session, and he wasn't really sure why. He hated this place, and these sessions only made everything worse. But he really had nothing better to do, other than homework, and he certainly wasn't going to do that.

The therapist smiled at him, and he glared back as he slumped into a metal folding chair.

"They could at least give us better chairs," he grumbled.

"Maybe if you all do well in the next couple of sessions, we can talk about getting you more privileges," said the therapist.

"So we've gotta play nice to get things we should already have…"

Xiao watched the door as those other three…freaks all walked in together. They seemed a little happier than they had been the day before, and Xiao hated them even more for their camaraderie.

"So, the I Love My Brother Club is here," he said smoothly, folding his arms. They looked at him glumly and slunk into their chairs. Xiao smirked a little.

"Xiao, this is supposed to be a safe environment. If you're going to continue to act like that, I'll have to ask you to leave," said the therapist sternly.

"Good, I'd love to," he said, standing up and walking out.

"Good riddance," Eiríkur mumbled. He couldn't understand what that guy's problem was.

"Sounds like someone's jealous," Natalya said, staring at the door. Eiríkur wondered if she was zoning out again, like she said she did.

"It looks like you three got to know each other a little bit," the therapist commented.

"Yeah, well, like Xiao said, we are the Incest Trio," Matthew said, smiling slightly.

"He probably feels left out."

"Well, he could have hung out with us," Eiríkur said. "But he made it very clear he wanted nothing to do with us."

"He thinks we're all freaks," Natalya said, continuing to stare into the distance.

"He's right; we are freaks," Matthew said quietly. Eiríkur grabbed his wrist, staring into his lap.

"Why don't we talk about your feelings?" asked the therapist. Matthew didn't think there was much to talk about. "Natalya, when did you first tell your brother about your feelings?" Natalya snapped out of her daze to stare daggers at the therapist.

"Why should I tell you?" she growled.

"Maybe we can understand your feelings better."

"Hmph, well, I think I first told him I want to marry him when I saw him flirting with someone for the first time."

"Why did you tell him?"

"I figured he should know that we're getting married." Eiríkur chuckled softly, and Matthew couldn't help smiling. The therapist was lost for words for only a moment.

"Did you think you would be with him forever, unlike your parents and your older sister?" Natalya looked shocked. "Did you think you were the best choice for him, since no one else was good enough to date him?"

"W-well…" Natalya felt a horrible knot in the bottom of her stomach. She wasn't sure if she had just been unwound or tied up more. The therapist gave her a knowing smile and turned to Matthew.

"Matthew, why haven't you told your brother how you feel?" Matthew looked caught off-guard.

"Um, well, I guess I never really saw the point. It's not like he would feel the same way, and it would probably ruin our relationship."

"Do you think your feelings come from a desire to be like your brother?"

"Wh-what?" Natalya could see in Matthew's eyes that he was feeling the same way. Like everything he thought he felt was a lie. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Eiríkur tense up. He gripped his wrist tighter. She had noticed that he did this when he thought of his brother.

"You said your brother is the 'golden child' who everyone pays more attention to, but you don't blame him at all. Maybe you just want to be more like your brother."

Matthew was speechless. What…just happened? He felt confused and sort of scared. What does that mean? I want to be Alfred? Is that true? Well, the therapist was the professional here. Maybe she knew what she was talking about? But how could she know something about him that not even he knew?

"And Eiríkur—" she began in her sugary sweet voice.

"No," Eiríkur said, standing up and facing her. "No, you're not going to ask me to describe my feelings for Niklas than invalidate them. No, that is not going to 'fix me.' I haven't told him how I feel, because I know it's sick and wrong. But that doesn't mean that I don't love him, because I do. I really, truly love him." His voice cracked, and he paused to take a breath before continuing quietly. "You can't fix my feelings for him, because they are real." With that, he walked out of the room.

Are my feelings real? Matthew and Natalya looked at one another, thinking the same thing. How can I tell? And if they're not, what then? And if they are?

"I think we should stop for today. Good work, you two, great job."

Was it?