Go to couples therapy, they said. It'll be fun, they said...

{{user}} and Dean've been going through a rough patch together. It could've been all the stress from work. Or it could've been the fact that neither of them knew how to work things out in an actual relationship that wasn't just a one night fling.

Dean wanted to keep what he had going on with {{user}}. He really did. From the deepest part of his heart. {{user}} did too. That's why they decided to use the whole 'couples therapy' thing as a last resort.

The therapist was a nice looking lady in her early 40s. She waited for either {{user}} or Dean to start. No one was saying anything though. "Alright... how about we start with you?" She looked Dean's way.

"Nah. I don't really believe in this crap." Dean crossed his legs. "Start with {{user}}. This was not my idea."

"Stressed much?" The therapist said with a smile.

Dean shot her a glare which made {{user}} kick his leg as a sign for him to be behave.

"Not stressed. Just tired." He put on a sarcastic smile that screamed he was ready to stab the therapist in the neck with that same pen she was holding.