Chapter 11: Catatonic, Robert
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Rated M: For coarse language and things of a sexual nature (between consenting adults).
Clyde was shocked when he received a call from Dr. Brown, the stern woman he'd seen at the courtroom. She requested he join their next counseling session, she also advised that Tweek enjoyed talking about Clyde in therapy which made him rather self-conscious. He agreed, thinking that maybe Tweek had requested his presence in which case he just couldn't refuse.
Mrs. Tweak picked Clyde up on the date of their session; Tweek was sitting in the passenger seat looking rather nervous. "Ms. Brown likes to speak to Tweek when he's not medicated." She explained without prompting. Tweek glared at her, Clyde knew he hated when people talked about him like he wasn't there.
"Well, that's good." Clyde said flippantly.
"Why is that good?" Mrs. Tweak asked, genuinely curious at Clyde's statement.
Clyde didn't know how to respond, the comment had been blurted with little to no thought. "It's kind of impossible to talk to him when he can't even think." Clyde answered. Tweek smiled back at him, he must have said something right.
Dr. Brown's office was as professional looking as she was, they each took a seat on an expensive looking brown leather sofa in front of her desk, Mrs. Tweak waited in the lobby.
"Hello, Tweek; Wonderful to see you again Mr. Donovan." She set a stack of papers in the center of her desk.
"Hello." Clyde said nervously waving one hand. He looked to Tweek for guidance because this was a situation he'd never been in before. Tweek looked oddly calm in this woman's presence and Clyde was the one who was acting nervous.
"Tweek, how was your week?" She asked, looking at her papers and not him.
"G-good… I cut down on my coffee, it's helping with the shakes." He held his less shaky hands up but Dr. Brown was still not looking directly at Tweek.
"And, how is your mother?"
"She's being weird, but she probably misses dad so I don't know what to DO!" He started wringing his hands in his hair.
"It's not your responsibility. Don't worry about it too much." She answered, still not looking. Her words seemed to calm Tweek who settled back into his chair. "How's Robert?"
Clyde looked at Tweek, one eyebrow raised. Who was Robert? Tweek gave Clyde a nervous look before he answered the doctor. "He's jealous of…" He glanced nervously at Clyde again, "He's jealous of me."
"Oh? Why is he so jealous?" She smiled and glanced up at Clyde reassuringly.
"He doesn't get like…" Tweek wrung his hands together, fidgeting. "He doesn't understand why everyone keeps being nice to me and they keep being mean to him because he says we're the same."
"Whose being mean to Robert?" She asked.
"Everyone! They want me to make him go away with the medicine and he tries to fight it… it makes my stomach sick. I even want him to...and sometimes only he goes away and the other ones get louder and I don't know what to do! It's way too much pressure, man." Tweek whimpered.
Clyde realized they were talking about something fake, something in Tweek's head and he didn't like that it had a name or that they were talking about it like it was a real person. "You want him to go away?" Tweek nodded at her question, "Is he afraid you think of him the same as the bad one?" Tweek nodded again vigorously. "Well, tell him that you want him to help you to only hear him. Maybe he'll feel important, maybe he'll help you get rid of the other ones?" She finally looked directly at Tweek and he seemed to have a tiny nervous breakdown when he looked into her eyes, it must be why she was avoiding his. She turned towards Clyde and quickly explained, "Robert's the good one." …Which explained nothing at all.
She wrote a little on her clip board, scrunching her eyebrows together. Tweek looked over at Clyde, worried, Why did they have to talk about the voices now? In front of Clyde? Robert fancied himself Tweek's boyfriend and he hated Clyde so much!
"I bet I know a subject Robert doesn't like to talk about." She said, looking directly at Clyde. "What does he think about you?" Clyde looked from the doctor to Tweek and back. She was asking him.
"How should I know?" Clyde shrugged, he'd never been so confused and nervous in his entire life. Tweek yanked his hair and whined next to him, Clyde wrapped one arm around the shaking form. "We don't… talk about that kind of stuff."
"What do you talk about?"
"I don't know… movies, the weather, coffee…" Clyde wasn't sure what she was fishing for but Tweek looked so startled it was making him uncomfortable.
Tweek growled next to him in frustration and spoke up, "Ug, he took that fucking zombie shit, didn't he?" Tweek said to his lap in an impression of Clyde. He'd said it weeks ago but Tweek remembered, he remembered every word Clyde had ever said to him, "If I wanted to hang out with a statue I'd go to a museum." Clyde flinched, and nudged Tweek to try and get him to stop. "We should go skating again some time…" Tweek turned his eyes up toward Clyde's, "We should go skating again sometime." He smiled.
"What do you call each other? Friends? Lovers?" She looked curious for professional reasons which made Clyde even more nervous and he blushed when she used the word 'lovers'.
"Clyde is… my boyfriend?" Tweek looked up at the brunet beside him.
"And what about Kenneth McCormick? What do you call him?" She was looking at Tweek for an answer.
"He's my boyfriend too…" Clyde's eyes widened, "Er… he used to be. I don't really know… he doesn't talk to me a lot anymore because I SCARE him! Jesus…" Tweek tried to take a deep breath but it was shuddering.
"Mr. Donovan, does Tweek scare you?" Her eyes deceived her for a moment and wandered to where she knew Clyde had been wounded. Clyde somehow felt this was a test of some kind, but was willing to answer honestly.
"Tweek… doesn't scare me, he doesn't mean anyone harm to anyone. I'm… sometimes a little scared of what might be going on inside him, but I'm definitely not scared of him." Clyde tightened the arm across Tweek's shoulders reassuringly.
"And, you clearly have an aversion to Tweek being treated medicinally from what I hear?"
"Yeah… well… I'm sure medication is important but I think sometimes if it just…" 'You're the only one who doesn't want me to disappear…' "If it just makes him disappear altogether… It's not really helping him. Tweek doesn't want to take it."
"How do you know, did he tell you that?"
"No, but…" He gave Tweek a sideways glance. He wondered if Tweek had told anyone about the purging… "Sometimes… please don't be mad or tell his mom… but sometimes he," Tweek climbed up Clyde like a tree and tried to cover his mouth.
"No no no no no no NO!"
Clyde pried the small hands from his face, "Sometimes he throws the pills up because they're making him too tired or sick."
"No! No I don't!" Tweek's eyes got shifty and his face blushed.
"It's fine Tweek, I don't have to tell anyone, I'll talk to Dr. Murphy about your medication rounds maybe we can lower them?"
Tweek smiled and looked up at Clyde. "The truth will set you free." He whispered, Clyde just chuckled and shook his head not sure how to respond.
A/N: Sorry it's so short, I had to move forward in getting Tweek well :)
