Hi again, everyone! Time to introduce a new character! Okay, Lithuania = Toris. Thank you so much for everything, you have all been a great support! Enjoy ; )

Arthur waited in the counsellor's office with sweaty palms, a shallow breath, and fidgeting hands. He had never been to therapy before, and he wasn't even sure if his doctor would be a male or a female, if they would diagnose him as a lunatic, or just plain dislike him. Francis was by his side for emotional support.

"How are you feeling, Arthur?" He asked.

The man in question took a deep breath. "Scared. You know, if someone else besides you asked me that, I would have lied." He finished with a smile.

"It'll be fine. And, if you need anything or things don't go well, I'll be right outside. Nothing will hurt you." Encouraged Francis as he gently massaged Arthur's shoulders.

"Arthur Kirkland, we'll see you now." Announced a very shy looking man by the opened door.

Arthur immediately calmed upon seeing him. The man was rather medium in height, with brown locks hair that flowed down to his shoulders, and a gentle smile that

"Ah, hello, Sir." He greeted with a sigh. "I'm Arthur. Not that buffoon over there." He added with a wink in Francis' direction.

"You break my heart, mon Cher." Mocked the Frenchman.

The man chuckled. He seemed just as nervous as Arthur at first but relaxed as the conversation turned humorous quickly. "Oh, you both seem very nice. My name I Toris, and my office is the third door down the hall, to your right. Let me just grab a binder and some paper so I can make notes throughout the appointment. Don't worry, it's not for judging you. I just like making notes for all of my new clients, that way I remember what was unique about them, and it allows me to make a better suited treatment plan." He turned towards Francis. "Would you like a drink as you wait, Mr…?"

"Just call me Francis." Said the blue – eyed blond with a smile. "Don't worry, Arthur. I'll see you in an hour. And don't worry about the drink, Toris. I'll enjoy one of these magazines here."

Both Toris and Arthur made their way into the therapist's private office. "Make yourself comfortable and take as much time as you need." Encouraged the kind man as he quietly organized some of the office supplies on his desk.

"W-well," Stuttered the Brit, not exactly sure where too begin. "I…guess I should probably start with the fact that I'm a recovering drug addict. Or, more like I'm trying to become a recovering drug addict. I've quit cold turkey, and it's already been almost two weeks since I've been clean, but my biggest fear is relapsing."

Toris nodded thoughtfully. "I see. Have you been feeling any weird symptoms or changes with your body since you've quit?"

The short haired Englishman let out a deep sigh. "Where do I begin? The drugs are all I think about, but Francis has definitely been making those urges a lot easier. I've been on heroin and crack for almost a year if that helps."

"I've also cut myself last week because the thoughts just consume me," Arthur continued. "However, Francis found me in the bathroom and stopped me just in time before doing anything else I might have regretted. Then a lovely nurse helped to heal my wounds, gave me your contact information before she left, and here I am not."

"Have you felt the need to cut yourself again, or have any thoughts of suicide?" The brunette pondered. Being a therapist was a very difficult job. Toris did not want to make his clients feel like he was interrogating them, but he also wanted to let them know that he cared. Taking up this job was probably the most tough thing he has ever done, but at the end of the day, the man always felt like he had helped someone out, or maybe even saved someone's life.

Arthur shook his head. "No, I've never thought about actually killing myself. I don't think I could ever go through with something like that. Even though my life wasn't the best growing up, I always believed that I would miss something spectacular, or at least enjoyable if I actually went through with it."

Toris nervously fiddled with a pencil as he listened to Arthur's past. "Do you have a support system of any kind right now? I know it sounds cliché, but everyone needs a helping hand or two when they are recovering from something traumatic, especially addictions of any kind."

Arthur managed to chuckle and smiled warmly. "Well, I know it sounds like a strange circumstance. But, yeah – I guess I kind of do have people who support me. They're not my family, if that's what you mean, I haven't spoken to them in nearly fifteen years, but what I do have is a good friend. It's not like we just met or anything. I've worked with him for a few years now, and, he caught me selling drugs on the streets one day. He told me that I could either clean up my act, or he'd call the police."

The Brit actually thought it was amusing how much he and Francis used to fight. Now, he thought that he might actually be falling in love with the man. "It's weird. He always used to make my life a living hell at work. He'd follow me around all day. Like when I was on break, when I was clocking in and out of work, and I never picked up on his behavior before. I never thought once that maybe he was acting that way so that he would get my attention. He also has this funny roommate, you see, and he knows exactly what I am going through with the recovery process."

The brunette smiled. "That does sound wonderful. It's always best to be in good company during hard times. Actually, you have mentioned that you sometimes feel like harming yourself when you think about relapsing, and since you did have an incident, I am going to give you a prescription of Klonopin, it should ease your symptoms of anxiety and recurring panic attacks. I would also like to schedule another appointment the same time next week, and perhaps we could keep these meetings going for at least six months, and then we'll see how to take things from there."

Arthur stood up from his chair and shook the hand of his new therapist. "Thank you, Toris. You really have eased my mind for the time being, and I will definitely let you know how the medication works for me."

As the Englishman left the office, he caught a quick sight of Francis casually leaning over an office chair, reading a magazine. Well, he was probably pretending to read the magazine and just looking at the pictures. 'I think I might really be in love with him. God help me.'