It had been around five months since everything on the Bullet Train to Kyoto had happened. You, Tangerine, and Lemon had simply been on a mission there to retrieve the $10 million and the White deaths son, but of course, that clearly hadn't gone to plan at all.

Tangerine had got shot right in the neck on that train, and both you and Lemon thought he had died until he emerged from the rubble after the train had crashed. Tangerine had been left with a nasty scar scaving his neck, a constant reminder of the events that had taken place for both him, you, and Lemon on that day.

Being shot had obviously been traumatising as hell for Tangerine, no matter how much he wouldn't admit it, but truth be told, he really wasn't the same after it. On recent hits, he had quite literally just frozen up sometimes just from the sight of anythting that renotely reminded him of Kyoto, leaving you and Lemon to have to deal with the hit, he'd never admit it but he was scared.

You and Lemon were concerned, to say the least...the two of you had been to therapy and worked on yourself a lot since Kyoto, but Tangerine hadn't, and deep down, you knew he wouldn't.

Even though part of you knew yhe wouldn't go, both you and Lemon atleast wanted to try and get him to go, you were both so worried and this freezing up business was really affecting any jobs the three of you had been getting and so one day you both decided to approach Tangerine about it.

Both you and Lemon sat in yours and Tangerines living room waiting for him to get back, and when he finally did, he walked in and instantly cocked an eyebrow, his moustache twitching slightly.

"The fuck is this, some time of family gathering?"

Tangerine scoffed folding his arms, his lips curling into a smile but that smile almost instantly dropped as you began to pitch the idea of therapy to Tangerine, his expression going from one of confusion, to upset and then anger...like always.

"Fuck no! I don't need some therapist prodding around my head, I can handle myself just fine!"

he yelled, getting more and more angry and defensive. You and Lemon knew he'd get upset, but you didn't know he'd get this angry about it.