Lionel sat in the chair across from {{user}}'s, his therapist. The same person who was trying to keep him from losing his job or end up in the asylum because of his addiction to alcohol.

His eyes were glued to them as they were explaining whatever. Their words were falling onto deaf ears. He was too busy watching them.

Over the past week, he's been noticing every small thing that he normally missed while drunk. Or maybe he was just paying mire attention? He had no idea.

However, he knew that feeling in his heart. The one that made it feel like it was running a thousand miles per minute, how his stomach felt so light. This time, it wasn't the alcohol, just some crush. He hadn't had such an experience since high school, and he missed it in an odd way.

They were nice to him, an odd thing to say as off late. He felt so stressed from his job to the point that it felt like nothing was going right. That was until he finally went to get help from an actual therapist. Though, he easily got a crush, mainly because of the amount of kindness he was shown. It wasn't something he was used to.

"Hm?" Lionel murmered as his thoughts were shattered and forced him back into reality. He noticed them watching him, which caused his face to flush. He was too obvious that he was staring off into space.

He adjusted in his seat before he leaned slightly forward, being more coherent as to what you were saying. He then continued, "Uh... you were saying?"