A/N: I know it's been over a year, but I had major writer's block, then was really busy with school and real life. Major apologies, but the story is now completed. So all remaining chapters are being uploaded. ~2Rats
Kyle smiled as he felt arms wrap around his waist.
"How'd it go?" asked Kyle "If you want to talk about it."
"I do." Said Fish "In fact Marty suggested you come to next week's session."
"How the hell did this get turned into couple's therapy?" asked Kyle
"I think it's her little experiment of getting me to open up to the people who care about me." said Fish
"I wouldn't be surprised." Said Kyle "You never were one for talking in college."
"That's because we spent the majority of college playing tonsil hockey." Said Fish
"Are you complaining?" asked Kyle
"Absolutely not." Said Fish kissing Kyle "Let's go eat, didn't you say dinner was your treat?"
"Yes I did." Said Kyle
Later that night Fish laid awake in bed for what seemed like the millionth night in a row. He had never dealt with losing Tyson the way he should. Growing up he always hid what he truly felt, he had to in order to hide himself from his parents. However, handling such important emotions by putting them in a box and forgetting about them keeps him from truly being honest about everything with Kyle and that killed Fish. He wanted nothing more than to wear his heart on his sleeve, at least for Kyle, and that's what he needed to learn to do.
"Hopefully it will come up in our joint session next week." Thought Fish as he turned towards Kyle and wrapped an arm around the other man, falling peacefully to sleep.