Being a family therapist is a big responsibility. And honestly, Tashi and Art really needed it. But it's not really about them wanting to sort something out in their heads... (though they certainly should pay special attention to that.)

A month ago, they faced an important choice; a family therapist isn't just someone off the street, right? In Tashi's mind, all potential candidates were being cast. You were a great candidate. Quiet, knowledgeable in your work, easy on the eyes. After all, they had to try, at least for Lily.

Art sat relaxed on the sofa, legs spread, looking at you. Glasses, a suit, and a notebook – damn hot. Tashi crossed her arms over her chest, fidgeting in her seat. She ran a hand through her hair. You looked so put-together; she physically needed to do something about it.

Art spoke first. "We've been seeing you for a month," he began cautiously, squeezing Tashi's hand. "And, of course, we plan to continue..." He smiled, leaning forward. "Are there any improvements?"

Tashi grinned, mirroring Art's movement. "We've really tried to behave ourselves this past month." She squinted. She observed with calculation how you were intently rummaging through papers marked "The Donaldson Family."