Warning: This story contains drug abuse, rape, and mental disorders. It's rated T until further notice.
Chapter 4
Arthur hung is phone up and let a long, exhausted sigh escape his lips. The talk with Mr. Hoch had been tiresome. The man kept on asking questions Arthur had already answered. It wasn't until the fifth round of the same question when the man finally believed him. It was now 1:55 pm. His client will be arriving shortly. Well at least he had some good news for him, yet Arthur couldn't help but wonder why did Gilbert decide to get a job. Last time he asked him about ever getting a job, the albino man had said, "I am too awesome to have a job, plus why work when I have money?" Arthur sighed. He had to make sure to get the reason on why he wanted this job. His door opened, Maria walked inside first, followed by the white haired man he knew. "Mr. Kirkland, this package just came in for you and your 2 o'clock client has arrived," she announced and nodded towards said client, Arthur nodded, mumbled a thank you, and motioned Gilbert to take a seat.
Putting the package aside, Arthur gazed at the other for a while. It was weird, the first usual thing Gilbert would do will be announce his presence in an obnoxious way and then proceed on asking his usual, 'sup doc?, Mocking that American cartoon. "Gilbert, you are unusually quiet today. Did something happen?" Arthur asked now that he was sure his client wouldn't be talking any time soon. Gilbert slightly looked up, before looking back down at his hands. Arthur frowned; was he not going to get an answer? He kept on looking, counting how many times the other sighed. "Yes, something happen. Eh, tell me have you gotten a call from a man named Abelard?" The albino finally asked, looking up with intense curiosity. Arthur slowly nodded. "Yes I did, actually I just finished talking with him through the phone, Arthur stated, making Gilbert pay close attention on what he was saying. "and?" He encouraged, looking quite eager to know the answer. Arthur suppressed chuckle. "He said he will hire you, Gilbert. It took me a while to convince him, but I did it," he announced. Gilbert grinned and jumped up excitedly. "This is so awesome! You, doc, are awesome!" He exclaimed, a sparkle of excitement in his red eyes. Arthur smiled up at the man. He was glad he felt so happy about the news.
"Yes, yes it is quite 'awesome', but please sit down now, we need to talk," Arthur said, waiting for the other to finally settle down. "Gilbert, this job situation, is quite sudden and unexpected. The last time I asked you if you were going to get a job anytime soon, you said you weren't planing on it. So all this is kind of confusing me. What made you change your mind?" Arthur asked, feeling like the sounded a bit confusing; he saw how Gilbert frowned and lower his gaze to the wooden floor. What was with that? Arthur quickly wrote down his change on behavior, this clearly meant it was something important to him. "Hey... doc, remember that test you made me take the first time I was in your office?" Gilbert suddenly asked, which made Arthur blink in confusion. He slowly nodded, "yes, I remember it. What about it?"
"Remember how I did not answer one of the questions?" The man asked quickly. Arthur frown slightly, remembering the question he was talking about. It was question number five, the question most of his clients left blank of most the time. 'What is your sexuality and why do you feel like that is your sexuality.' He had made a note of this, presuming Gilbert was having doubts on this topic, but decided not to touch it just yet. First they had to deal with the reasons of his anger outburst; Arthur looked up, lifting an eyebrow at the other, "Gilbert..."
"I'm sorry I didn't answer, Ok? But back then I wasn't even sure what my sexuality was, I thought I knew, but... Somethings showed up and … And... Made me have doubts," he defended quickly, which made Arthur frown. He had not accused him of anything, yet he was there defending himself. "What do you mean?" He asked, tempting the other to continue with his talk. Gilbert sighed and looked up at him, "I... I ..." He seemed like a fish, opening and closing his mouth every time he tried to say something, finally taking a deep breath and looking directly at Arthur, he said, "I am bisexual, I've always been, but is something I had not accepted until recently," he admitted, a small blush on his face, "I am sorry I didn't inform you of this earlier is just that..." Gilbert frowned, not completely sure how to continue his sentence. Arthur raised his hand to stop him from talking while giving him a small smile, "it's ok Gilbert, I understand you weren't ready then, I was not going to force you to tell me every single aspect of your life the very first day, but I am glad you finally told me the answer. This will help us a lot." He said, a friendly tone to his voice, "but tell me how this relate to you getting a job?" He asked, still confused about the whole situation.
Gilbert blinked in confusion, before remembering. He lower his gaze again, a small blush on his cheeks. "Four days ago, I accidentally bumped into one of my old friends..." He said; Arthur nodded, paying close attention to what he was saying. "I had not seen him for years, it was nice meeting with him again," he said with a small smile on his lips. "He teaches music now, I remember he always wanted to have a job that had to do with music. He just loves it," he said, a sort of gone look in his eyes. Arthur smiled. Was this the reason of him getting a job? "He loves classical music most, says it was the start of everything. He is a good musician, I've never heard someone play piano so beautifully like him," Gilbert kept on talking, revealing little by little the things he liked about his friend. "He said he moved here about five months ago. But..." He frowned at this part, "he's having economical problems... I tried helping him, but he wont accept my help... Because he said he did not wish for me to spend my father's money on him." He looked up now, a confused look on his face. "Which I don't understand. It's my money now, not dad's; I can do whatever I want with it. Why won't he let me help him?" He asked.
Arthur nodded, kind of guessing the reason, but not voicing it just yet. He was waiting for the other to give him his reason. "Maybe he doesn't want to feel like he owes you something," Arthur suggested. Gilbert nodded slowly. "Maybe..." He mumbled. "He works at Dollgener's, you know that restaurant I applied to... He is a host and server," he said lastly. Arthur nodded, understanding now. "Did you apply there to spend time with him?" He asked, to which Gilbert nodded. "That's one of the reasons. You know what I think? I think he doesn't accept my help because I inherited my money, but I know if I work hard enough and earn lots of money, he'll accept it, because I earn it myself!" He said, a sort of determination in his voice. Arthur sighed. So that's the reason. "Are you sure about this, Gilbert? Maybe he doesn't want your help," he said, trying to change the others decision, but knowing it was pointless. When the man had his mind made up, there was no living soul that could change it.
"Of course I am sure, doc! It's me after all, I can do anything," he said, a smirk forming on his lips, acting like he always does. Arthur sighed, guessing the talk will go as usual and indeed it went like usual. Arthur asked him the usual questions, how was he feeling, how did his day go, did he get in any trouble. Surprisingly, he had not gotten in any trouble as of lately, which was good, he just hoped Gilbert could keep this good behavior up. The hour passed by quickly. When he least expected it, Gilbert's time was up. "Well Gilbert, this concludes our meeting for today." He told the other as he stretched. "M'kay doc, it was nice talking to ya," he said, standing up and yawning. "Thanks for the help again!" He said while making his way to the door. Arthur nodded and smiled. "Anytime, Gilbert, anytime," he said as he watched the man leave his office. Arthur sighed, feeling a bit tired and sat down, relaxing a bit, it wasn't time for Alfred to be arriving, so he had time to do that at least.
"Doctor Kirkland, there is a man here who wishes to speak to you. He does not have an appointment. Do you want me to let him in?" The voice of Maria broke the small silence. Groaning mentally, Arthur sighed and clicked that overused red button on the intercom. "Let him in." Sometimes he wishes to have chosen another carrier instead of studying to be the psychologist he is today, but most of the time he was just happy to be able to help people with their problems. He cannot picture himself being anything else.
**Notes**
First of all, I am so sorry for this late chapter, it should have been up last weekend, but things showed up, making me and my beta lose free time. Second I am sorry if this chapter seems boring, but if I weren't to have this chapter, later on you wouldn't understand some of the events that are going to happen involving Mr. Hotch, Gilbert, and unmentioned character. [Which I dare you guys to guess, but I think is a pretty simple description of him, so you'll know who it is]
Well, yeah the chapter is kind of self explanetory, I mean is mostly Gilbert talking with Arthur about feelings and problems. Unlike Lilli, Gilbert will be staying with Athur much more longer, until he can 'function' without needed the help from Arthur. By the way, if any of you notice, I've change the term 'patient' with 'client' because in psychology, calling someone a 'clinet' makes them feel less nervous and more open to cooperate with you, while if you call them 'patience' they will think they are sick, and we don't want that. I realize this 4 chapters later and now I feel bad for calling each of them patients...
Ok, so next chapter might be delay as well, yet again I apologize for that, hope you liked this, and I'll see you all next time. Please don't be afraid of leaving any questions, suggestions, or just comments in the review box down there. Bye.
