Cornflower

"Don't overthink yourself, Miss. Motha. What you are feeling is very natural."

"Coming from someone that probably never emoted once in his goddamn life. That's rich."

Silence filled the office for a number of seconds. Soon a groan was given by Vaggie, a look of misery painted deeply into her pores. Her hands hid her face, peeking when hearing the other's hand write clear and fast.

"Would that be a sense of envy or just frustration based on the last few weeks to my arrival?"

"I guess. I'm still trying to get use some of the other bastards."

"To which one?"

Vaggie gave a low growl and a mutter of colorful Spanish slipped in.

"Miss-"

"I don't fucking know. Whatever I'm feeling doesn't matter. Charlie's happiness does, not mine."

"To health you give in her. Don't forget yourself along the way. It's the most common sign of an unhealthy relationship."

"In what way?"

"Devotion to one another is a sign of strength. In showing you both a temple to each other. But the twin towers can't stand at bow height if one creator lends to many bricks and paste by the glory within how the sunlight shines. Simply saying, build what you have together. Not apart nor playing who matters more. Think of how Miss. Charlie would feel if you weren't taking care of yourself. How would that go?"

The counselor watched as the words sink. Pondering a bit if phrasing them would be better, the twist in his pen as a stream of fear flash passed the other's eyes. Much the last thing needed.

"Perhaps that was too much of a dive, Miss. Motha, we can-"

"No, I got what you meant there. And if I can be honest?"

"Whatever you say is between us. No one else. Lie or not, self healing is the goal."

"Yeah. I get it... Doc... I... at times feel like we, Charlie and I should have never met..."

"That's normal. Self worth is all the same. But to add on, would you be at peace if you two broke up?"

Silence played out with the ticking clock at his desk echoed. Vaggie turns a bit on the couch before finding herself sitting up. Look at the older man in front of her.

"I-I can't see my life without her. Up till I met her, nothing went right and wasn't like my mortal life was any better. Yet, that connection... that spark was just so... I don't how to explain it. I understand if this kind of stuff is weird to you, Doc."

"I was not hired to judge on such, to me personally, trivial matters, Miss Motha. I was hired to help and help; I will do just that. Despite the rift that has gone on, the universe can't be seen in black and white forever. Understand? Bare in mind, I'm part of a hidden peace. Purgatory is no walk in the park, but that feel to be mortal and a second chance. Many couldn't ask for more than that. It's how some would say... hmm..."

"Complicate?"

"Yes, that works. And in my way I make it work while remembering what, outside of it matters, too. The confusion of it makes me strong and I want to see why and maybe, just maybe, add something to it. Understand?"

"A bit."

"I say for now, start small. Give time for yourself. Find a day off and be away from this stress. Make some of the days special if you choose to as well. Take Miss. Charlie on dates and be together and if it feels like you can breathe. Let what happens, happen. Talk about this with her, if you want. This dream matters a lot to her, just as her happiness to you, but it takes time and depending on those who come those doors, it might fail. The support for that reality needs to be known, or you'll both will become blind sighted. And sadly, your relationship, might fall apart as well."

"A little dramtic with those thoughts?"

"My taste in literature might be at fault there, excuse that. But I do mean what I said."

Vaggie let a slip of chuckle come, but hushed when catching his sights.

"I wasn't laughing at what you said. It was a nice pep talk. Ham fisted a bit, but I get it."

"Laughing also has calmed you, too."

"Yeah, it's nice. I can't remember the last time I did even that. I mean, I can't recall when I gave an honest smile either. This fucking sucks."

"Perfection of a being is unheard of. Though the one that has flaws and lives life, has done it right. That second wind is with those dear to you, cherish it."

"Sure Doc." Vaggie said, with a fair smile. Progress. They could sense it and Vaggie spoke again after catching the time. "So, same time next week?"

"I look forward to it, miss. See you then and hopeful our next chat won't be as horrid."

Vaggie gave another short laugh before saying. "Don't sell yourself short, Doc. I'll take this any day of week, trust me. A cheesy pet talk goes a long way." Ending with a slight smirk.

"And with that, I know you'll be alright. Only those strong inside and out will heal. It's quite beautiful."

"Sure Doc. See you next week or supper?" She asked, jokingly.

"Funny. Take care."

To that, the counselor was alone. Finishing up notes and stacking files away. Now and then, glanced at the time. Wondering if to call it earily if the next client didn't show. With a sigh focused on work before hearing a familiar bothersome knock. The door opening with a sliding ease.

"Hey Handsome, you still want that offer? Been weeks but, hey, I got a personal day for just us. You, me, and the sheets. Or if you-"

"Evening, Mr. Dust. Have a seat. Business as usual." The doctor said, finally after searching crazy for Angel Dust's casework. Turning to face and noticing how close the spider demon got. Though, the doctor didn't show displeasure or signs it didn't bother either him.

That alone made Angel frown and sat down glumly on the plush navy couch. "You're no fun."

"During these hours? No, not really."

"Or any hours. Wuss."

"Anything interesting happen last week?" Hesediel asked, making sure Angel Dust was comfy and his needed files on the desk before him. Pen in hand. Glancing towards his patient through rimless glasses.

"I broke my record of how many golf balls I can shove up my ass. I filmed it, want to see it, Handsome?"

"Going to have to decline, sorry."

"Liar."

"Not something in my nature. Bold statement to make you think that. Thank you."

"It wasn't a complement, werido."

"I think it is."

Angel gave a groan to that, in asking. "What the hell does that mean?"

"You show up and your... nicknames are not as vulgar. Either this is just a way to get into my pants or you want to heal. Either way, I find this progress. Minus of what strange objects you compassionately abuse your body with for amusement. You haven't come in with as many bruises or cuts in the last month, so that is saying something. I'm happy to see that, Mr. Dust."

"Y-yeah... well, whatever..."

Hesediel looked over notes, glancing in time to see an odd look on Angel's face. Leaving that as a side note, before asking. "How about family? How's your sister doing? You said there was a scuffle with an old fling of hers, given with what her boyfriend... again, my apologies... when you went to visit her. How did that go?"

That seem to spark a different side in Angel. The doctor hope he could keep the lush spider on track. Unlikely, but it's nice to dream. Just got to stay strong now. Heaven help him.