"It is," he admitted. "But I've never gone by it." He definitely wasn't a Benjamin in nature. Much more of a Dex overall. He finally found his balance and sat down, noting the umbrella above them too. It was only then that it started to dawn on him that what he was stuck in was apparently a giant cocktail. He sighed. Such was life in Folkmore. Why was he even surprised anymore?
"I don't think I have to remind you not to tell anyone about what I've been talking about with you," He told her. Granted, he had no idea if Ava had been running her mouth at all to begin with, but that also would have required her leaving her trailer occasionally which he hadn't seen much of. Dex might have been keeping a closer eye on her than he wanted to admit.
Then he saw something on the surface of the pink drink and became alarmed. Was there tiny little sharks or something to go with this set-up? Then he realized what he was seeing wasn't something swimming through the water but instead a reflection of something. It looked familiar but it still took him a moment to place Dr. Mercer's office. How much time had he spent in there? Countless hours. There was Dex himself sitting on the patient couch. He was about fourteen or fifteen years old, looking a bit like he was going through an awkward growing phase, but still recognizable. Mainly it was due to that look in his eyes, the kind of eerie blankness that came when his rage was close to taking over that was disconcerting both as an adult but which had been even moreso when he was a kid.
"Dex? Are you paying attention?" The doctor asked.
Dex snapped back to attention. While most of the time he was glad for these sessions, he was just in a sullen mood overall the way that teenagers sometimes got. It could really have been anything that got him this way. "....Yeah. I'm listening."
"I wanted to talk to you about something important today." Dr. Mercer had treated her young patient for enough years now to know that a good way to get his attention was to engage his curiosity. He was focused enough now for her to continue. "I wanted to talk to you about your diagnoses. I think you're old and mature enough to finally understand what I'm going to tell you." This definitely got the young Dex's attention. For a long time now, he'd tried asking Dr. Mercer what was wrong with him but she wouldn't tell him, always saying she'd talk to him about what she'd diagnosed him with when she thought he was truly ready to hear it and understand all that it meant. Apparently, that day had finally come.
The Dex of the present was paying rapt attention now to the pink-tinged memory. Ava was almost forgotten for the moment. This was a day he remembered very well.
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"I don't think I have to remind you not to tell anyone about what I've been talking about with you," He told her. Granted, he had no idea if Ava had been running her mouth at all to begin with, but that also would have required her leaving her trailer occasionally which he hadn't seen much of. Dex might have been keeping a closer eye on her than he wanted to admit.
Then he saw something on the surface of the pink drink and became alarmed. Was there tiny little sharks or something to go with this set-up? Then he realized what he was seeing wasn't something swimming through the water but instead a reflection of something. It looked familiar but it still took him a moment to place Dr. Mercer's office. How much time had he spent in there? Countless hours. There was Dex himself sitting on the patient couch. He was about fourteen or fifteen years old, looking a bit like he was going through an awkward growing phase, but still recognizable. Mainly it was due to that look in his eyes, the kind of eerie blankness that came when his rage was close to taking over that was disconcerting both as an adult but which had been even moreso when he was a kid.
"Dex? Are you paying attention?" The doctor asked.
Dex snapped back to attention. While most of the time he was glad for these sessions, he was just in a sullen mood overall the way that teenagers sometimes got. It could really have been anything that got him this way. "....Yeah. I'm listening."
"I wanted to talk to you about something important today." Dr. Mercer had treated her young patient for enough years now to know that a good way to get his attention was to engage his curiosity. He was focused enough now for her to continue. "I wanted to talk to you about your diagnoses. I think you're old and mature enough to finally understand what I'm going to tell you." This definitely got the young Dex's attention. For a long time now, he'd tried asking Dr. Mercer what was wrong with him but she wouldn't tell him, always saying she'd talk to him about what she'd diagnosed him with when she thought he was truly ready to hear it and understand all that it meant. Apparently, that day had finally come.
The Dex of the present was paying rapt attention now to the pink-tinged memory. Ava was almost forgotten for the moment. This was a day he remembered very well.