A/N: It's Tuesday...
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"I'm really glad you called me yesterday, Edward."
"Why? Are you feeling lonely, Dr. B?" I lean back into the faded sofa cushion, cross my arms over my chest, and prop my shoes up onto the cheap oak coffee table. He could do so much better than these bargain basement furnishings.
"Ah, sarcasm. The great time waster," he responds without amusement. "Well, it's your dime, I suppose."
The doctor flexes his right knee, drawing the ankle up onto his left thigh, and waits.
This is really stupid. I have work to do, and this guy's costing me a fortune.
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"Fine. I'm miserable. Is that what you want me to say?"
"Sure, if it's true. Misery's always a good place to start."
"Perfect," I growl. Banner doesn't seem impressed.
"So what's making you so miserable?"
"Oh, gee, I dunno. My girlfriend won't acknowledge my existence, I have a crummy broken hand and can't work, and I can't stand the sight of my own reflection. Izzat enough?"
"Hmm. That does sound a sorry state of affairs. Let's see, can you make those broken bones heal any faster?"
What? "Uh …no?"
"And how about that girlfriend. Have any control over that situation?"
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"Aside from sending her flowers and written apologies by text, email, and the US Postal Service? Oh, and having my best friend pass her best friend a note in Study Hall?"
Fuck, that was a real stroke of brilliance, there. As if Jas could solve my problem for me.
"Does she know you're here today?"
"Hell no." Tell Bella I'm in therapy? Yeah, that will really help her see me as a stable individual.
"Okay. Not much more you can do on that front then, eh?"
"No," I agree glumly.
"So let's talk about this guy in the mirror then."