Therapy isn't always calm.

"You jerk!"

Sesshoumaru watches her eyes flash as she jumps off the couch, whirling on him, and the counselor sits just a bit farther back in his seat, eyes widening.

His own narrow. "Watch yourself, Kagome."

She's not intimidated.

"I can't believe you're bringing up your brother!" A slender finger stabs into his chest. "I'd wake up in the morning, see them sitting there, and my first thought—the first one after reminding myself it wasn't real—was that I wanted you!"

Temper flaring, he jumps to his feet. "You—"

"Both of you sit down!"