Later that week, Justin and Tiffany decided to get their second therapy session with Dr. Beckman. Even if he was still hesitant to go again, especially after last time, he figured it wouldn't hurt.

Though, he was still uncomfortable with what Beckman was saying about Greenseed. It was pretty obvious that there was something up with him.

Maybe he's working for the government?

"Hey, Justin? Are you ready to go to therapy?" his blonde lover said to him.

He got up, put his shoes on real quick, and was ready. However, Tiffany started to notice something out of place with him.

"Where are your glasses?" she asked, realizing he hasn't been wearing them at all as of late.

"They're in my room. I just don't wanna wear them right now." he stated.

"Oh, okay."

It seemed pretty straight forward to her. He just simply didn't want to wear them. She couldn't force him to wear his glasses, even though they helped with his vision.

They headed out the door and got into her car. They then began the drive to CC General for their second therapy session.

This time, however, the blonde nurse invited a third person to accompany them. It was somebody that was close with both her and her boyfriend. She figured they could use a third opinion on his behavior, especially after the incident at the end of July.

They arrived at CC General and took the elevator to the psychiatric unit. They were greeted by Dr. Beckman, as well as a familiar blonde woman in leopard clothing.

"Jessie?" he said, surprised to see Tiffany's mother there.

"Hey, sweetie. How are you?" the blonde MILF greeted, somewhat happy to see him.

He turned to his lover, not aware of what was going on. "What's she doing here?"

"I invited her to attend therapy with us. You know? Like a third opinion."

"Well, yeah. When you said we were having a third person, I thought it'd be someone like Audrey or Nikki. I didn't expect it to be your mother. I thought you didn't want to tell her about what I've been going through?"

She sighed, knowing that this was going to be another long session.

"I had to tell her eventually. She's really worried about you. Right, Mom?"

Jessie nodded, confirming her daughter's statement.

They stepped into the doctor's office, ready to begin their session as a family.

"Hi, Mr. Justin. Hello, Tiffany." Beckman said, greeting his two regulars.

"Hey, Howard." she said, sitting down with her boyfriend, who still didn't like him referring to his employee by her first name.

Beckman looked at the third person she had invited, thinking that she looked too familiar.

"You must be Jessie Maye?" he said.

"Mmhmm. That's me." the blonde MILF said, sitting on the couch with her daughter and possible step-son.

"Nice to finally meet you. Your daughter's told me a lot about you." he stated, grabbing his clipboard.

"Oh really? What have you heard?" she asked, curious as to what Tiffany said about her.

"Just the practical things. I heard you two have a rough history."

"Y-Yeah. We weren't exactly on the best terms for several years. But thanks to this guy, he brought us back together."

Ugh, this is getting repetitive.

"Terrific. But, we're not here for you. We're here for him." Beckman said, going back to Justin.

They then focused on him, making him feel like he had some unnecessary spotlight, even though this was supposed to be a family session.

"So, Justin? What's your feeling word for today?"

"My feeling word? Dude, this is a family session, I think we should ALL give a feeling word. Is that okay, Tiffany?"

The blondie nodded, feeling like he was actually participating this time around.

"That's totally fine, babe."

Beckman adjusted his glasses, thinking that it was a step in the right direction.

"Okay, then. Tiffany? What's your feeling word?"

"Optimistic." she said, sounding like her usual peppy self.

"Alright. What about you, Jessie?"

Even though he had no idea what her past life was, Jessie said the first word that came to her mind as far as emotions went.

"Horny!"

Her daughter looked at her, feeling both shocked and embarrassed that she just randomly spewed that out of nowhere.

"Mom!" she shouted.

"What? I'm just being honest with the man."

She shook her head, still feeling embarrassed. Justin, on the other hand, had a smirk on his face, thinking that this was actually pretty funny.

"Alright, alright. Settle down. Now Justin? What's your feeling word?"

"Neutral." he said, suddenly going back to his usual gesture.

The doctor wrote that one down. Now, it was time to begin the session.

"Okay, so last week we discussed your recent suicide attempt, as well as trying to discuss the trauma from the place you were in, which ended abruptly. So, how have things been in the last week, Tiffany? Have you noticed any changes in his behavior?"

She shrugged, not knowing exactly what to say.

"Yeah, I have. But I don't know what to think about it."

"What do you mean by that? Can you elucidate for me?" the doctor said, wanting a more clear explanation.

"Yeah, sure. I've noticed that he's been a tad more cheerful. He's also been much more flirty. He even tried to seduce me a few days ago."

He grinned while she was saying that, having no shame in their personal relationship together. It was a beautiful moment that was unfortunately cut too short.

"I see. Is there anything else that may be a concern?" he asked.

"Well..."

Justin faced towards her, wondering what kind of slander she might say to her boss.

"It's nothing severe. We just had a scare recently. I heard him screaming in the bathroom, saying something like 'you're not real, you can't hurt me.' He said he was on the phone, but I don't know who he would be talking to."

"Hmm... Justin? Would you mind explaining?" he said, now intimidating him.

"Uh... I uh... Just had an explosion. That's all." he said, trying to brush it off.

"Explosion? Who did you explode at?"

Damn, he's got me in another corner. I can't just tell him that the pink-haired fairy was threatening me or else I'll DEFINITELY be locked in a mental hospital. I think I should make some shit up to save my ass...

"I was exploding at someone online, okay? Nothing else."

Tiffany looked at him, now even more worried about his phone usage.

"So, is there someone online harassing you?" she asked.

"N-No, no. It was just some trolls. There's nothing to worry about. Everything's fine."

"Mr. Justin, do you have a social media addiction?" Beckman asked.

"No."

"Yes." Jessie suddenly said at the same time,

"Wait, Jessie? What are you talking about? You don't use social media, do you?" he asked the blonde MILF.

"I mean yeah, I do. Remember when Tiffany blocked me? But I wasn't the one who saw your posts. Aiko, on the other hand..."

Fuck, I forgot that Aiko is a camgirl now. Her looking at my social media wouldn't be much of a stretch if she figured out how to do live cam shows for those horny bastards...

"Who is Aiko?" the doctor asked, wanting to get more information on this newly mentioned individual.

"She's my friend who used to teach Tiffany at her college years ago. Though now, she's quit being a teacher and does uh... let's just say special live shows on the TeleYube or whatever."

The blonde MILF had to cover up the truth about what Aiko actually did online, as telling a licensed professional that she was doing pornographic cam shows wouldn't be the best decision.

"I see. Anyways, what does she find about him?"

"She sees some rather concerning posts on his QuickePic stories. She even sent me screenshots of what he's been saying."

FUCK! She knows too much then...

"What do these stories say?"

"Well..." she said, seeing Justin now getting worked up.

"It's nothing personal, sweetie. It's just a bit concerning seeing you post that you wish you would've killed yourself back in high school. After what Tiffany told me about you cutting your arm the day I finished my Summer plans, I felt like it was my job to make sure you get better. I love you, Hun. You saved me last November, now it's my turn."

"I told you, it was nothing. Can we move on now?" he said, getting aggravated at the repetitive amount of credit he kept receiving after bringing the Mayes back together.

This peaked Beckman's interest, but he already knew the basic story: They went on vacation and Justin brought Tiffany and her mother back together after not talking for several years. It seemed like despite his issues, he had a good heart in the end.

"Still, I hate seeing you in pain like this. Do you know how sad I'd be if something ever happened to you? I'd probably kill myself if I lost you like that. You're like the son I never had. We're all here for you, sweetheart. You don't have to hide anymore."

As much as he wanted to cuss Jessie out right then and there, he knew it wasn't for her personal gain, but rather for his safety. He always hated people stalking his web pages, as this happened in the past an didn't end too well, but she seemed genuinely concerned about what he says on social media.

"Babe, is that true? Are you posting about your personal feelings online? Is there more to this that I don't know about?" Tiffany asked, very concerned about this new information.

"I... I..."

Everyone leaned in, ready to hear what he was about to say. The truth was about to be revealed.

"Well?" Beckman said.

"I just wanna look at the woods." he said, saying that same phrase like he did last time,

"Ugh, what does that even mean?" Tiffany said, starting to get a tad annoyed with the anti-climatic ends to their sessions.

"The woods..." he mumbled to himself.

Dr. Beckman decided to end the session there, starting to get more of an idea as to what was going on in his head, from a psychologist's perspective.

"Listen, I'm really sorry, again." the blonde nurse said.

"Don't worry about it, Nurse Maye. I think I'm starting to understand what might be going on with him."

She tilted her head, not knowing how he could know anything if he didn't say enough.

"How?"

"I'm a psychologist. I know a lot about the human mind. Speaking of which: I'm revoking his suicide watch. Let him roam freely and be by himself without a guardian."

"Really? Are you sure about that, Howard? I mean, it's been almost two weeks, but he doesn't seem to be mentally stable yet." Tiffany stated.

"Trust me, darling. He'll be fine. Keep an eye on him, but don't be so strict about it. Try to find what he's been doing online. It's clearly a contributor to his recent behavior."

She nodded, knowing that was definitely part of it. It was still a bit worrisome ending his suicide watch early, but she trusted him. Beckman was a licensed professional. He knew more than she did.

"Alright. Well, I'll see you next time I'm on duty."

"Take care, Nurse Maye. But listen: Our next therapy session won't be so subtle. Be prepared for it in the coming months, as I'm about to go on vacation."

She looked at him, not aware of this. "Vacation? You didn't tell any of us that you were going on vacation."

"As far as you know, it's a vacation. I'll be back on the first of November."

She sighed, realizing that they just started these therapy sessions, yet he suddenly decides to go on vacation. But, he was the boss, so she had to respect his decision.

"Ah, okay. Enjoy yourself then." she said, exiting the hospital and getting into her car.

Her and Justin made another drive home. It started to feel a bit repetitive driving back and forward from CC General to their happy suburban home. Much like every other car ride, they had a little chat.

"Howard said your suicide watch is over with." she said. However, he didn't respond. She tried to make conversation during the ride home.

"So, what's with you and the woods?" Tiffany asked, wondering why he kept referencing the woods.

"The woods..." he mumbled, seeming to be in a somewhat catatonic state.

"Babe, what's wrong with you? You seemed fine before we had that session. Is there something you're not telling me?"

He just mumbled to himself, acting very strange. She knew there was something up with him. This wasn't like him at all.

I have to check his phone if I get the chance.

They eventually made it home and went inside. JD sat down on the couch, feeling emotionally numb at this point. Everything going on with him was taking a toll on his mind to the point to where he had no tears, just a grim expression on his face.

As Tiffany was settling down for the night, he started to look worried. He turned his head towards her, feeling like he needed to ask her something.

"Are you going to leave me?" he said.

Hearing this shocked her. "Leave you? No, I wouldn't do that to you."

"Then why are you mad at me?"

"I'm not mad at you, Justin. I'm just concerned, is all. And I'm still a bit traumatized finding you on the floor. I could imagine how Ashley felt when she found you last year."

He knew how she felt when they talked on their vacation. She came to his hotel room and had a serious talk with Ashley. It was pretty heartbreaking having to call an ambulance for her friend, who was unconscious on the floor.

It had been a while since they last talked, as Justin now had a real relationship to tend to. But, he still missed her regardless, having sex every other week and hanging out like they were more than just friends with benefits. They were like best friends... with benefits.

"Would you leave me if you had the chance?" he asked, still on the topic of being abandoned.

"No, no. Listen, the only reason I'd ever leave you would be in YOUR best interest. As long as you aren't cheating on me, I'm not going anywhere."

He still had that frown on his face. She came in and hugged him, knowing that he was still pretty overwhelmed with everything.

"I love you, okay? If I ever do leave, it would be to help you. I don't want you to kill yourself."

He still felt bad. This time, not even Tiffany's pep talk could cheer him up. Shit hit the fan too many times to the point where there was no cleaning up.

I'm not who I say I am... These people will find out soon enough.