"Well, she does have some great tits," Rick said absently, almost more to himself than to the kid. Kisugi had a nice ass too, from what he'd been able to check out, but even if she was game for it, he'd have to pass - she seemed like the kinda chick who'd bite you if she got pissed, and he wasn't sure he wanted to see her switch from ice queen to super bitch in a situation like that.
Technically last time, she had done something, even if it was to be a royal skank and get him sedated when he was already drunk - he was just glad he hadn't needed a stomach pump or something, even if everything after that was pretty much just a shot in the dark memory-wise. As far as Rick was concerned, she was a crap therapist; he didn't feel better about himself or his delusions, or even his relationship with Matt, and her having a decent set of boobs and ass weren't really much of a consolation in his opinion. Suzaku was probably right; she hadn't done much, and if anything, she'd probably made his paranoia even worse at the time, especially when he remembered how he somehow twisted around her words in his head to mean a threat against Matt - well, against "Sam", apparently a Matt who wasn't a douche all the time and could get rough and tumble if he had to.
Yeah, sometimes Rick did miss parts of his delusions. Some of it hadn't been that bad.
"She kept bringing up my parents," Rick said, scowling slightly. He wasn't gonna go into detail about that kinda personal stuff to some kid he barely even knew though. "And yeah, she asked about my feelings, but it's like, dude, what am I even gonna say? I don't do this therapy crap. See, whatever they did now? They did it right. Therapy, I'd take it or leave it if I were you."
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Technically last time, she had done something, even if it was to be a royal skank and get him sedated when he was already drunk - he was just glad he hadn't needed a stomach pump or something, even if everything after that was pretty much just a shot in the dark memory-wise. As far as Rick was concerned, she was a crap therapist; he didn't feel better about himself or his delusions, or even his relationship with Matt, and her having a decent set of boobs and ass weren't really much of a consolation in his opinion. Suzaku was probably right; she hadn't done much, and if anything, she'd probably made his paranoia even worse at the time, especially when he remembered how he somehow twisted around her words in his head to mean a threat against Matt - well, against "Sam", apparently a Matt who wasn't a douche all the time and could get rough and tumble if he had to.
Yeah, sometimes Rick did miss parts of his delusions. Some of it hadn't been that bad.
"She kept bringing up my parents," Rick said, scowling slightly. He wasn't gonna go into detail about that kinda personal stuff to some kid he barely even knew though. "And yeah, she asked about my feelings, but it's like, dude, what am I even gonna say? I don't do this therapy crap. See, whatever they did now? They did it right. Therapy, I'd take it or leave it if I were you."