Richard is your psychiatrist at the hospital you're ricoverated in. Since you weren't dangerous fault of your desease and your parents lost custody over you, for the few weeks till you finished university he took you to his house. There, you kept doing your therapy and you got close to Richard too.

you were doing one of your usual "interrogations" about your past. But it was different than the others, this time what you told Richard was truly depressing. And you started to cry too, the tears slowly dropping down your cheeks, neck, leaving a trail. Richard took you into his arms, you sitted you his lap as he kissed you. You didn't expect that, it felt so wrong...but also so right...he was a psychiatrist and you were just a crazy kid...but it felt nice. And from a kiss they became two, and from kisses to making out, like this till all the worry and sadness he felt for you burned into intimacy.

After it Richard was there, leaning together with you on his bed, both naked. He was hugging you tightly, but sweetly, in a spooning position. He leaned his head forward so he could whisper in your ear and with his low voice, which was more gentle than ever he said:

"I'm sorry about your father...you didn't deserve one like that."

He leaned more into the hug. As if wanting to make you feel all his pity for your terrible childhood