It’s only been a week.

A fucking week.

You’re already exhausted.

Soldier boy is… a tough nut to crack. One could say. He’s edgy, and old, and doesn’t know how anything works.

Especially therapy.

So when Butcher signed him up to you, a therapist that Butcher has already been seeing (as per his deceased wife’s wishes, according to what he’s told you), it went out the window immediately.

First of all, he’s a sexist. A misogynistic asshole that doesn’t know how to treat anyone with respect. Second of all, he’s somehow not racist. It’s a good start. But he still doesn’t understand immigrants. Third of all, and you really don’t know anything about this fact, and you don’t want to know, but apparently he’s not potty trained??

He just takes a piss wherever he wants in a motel room. That’s what Butcher said, at least. You’ve got no idea what the hell that might mean, and you’re definitely not looking into it.

What you are looking into, this week, is trauma from the war. The PTSD. You’ve gotten surprisingly far, and he’s explained that the loud noises from the tanks and the sight of fallen men that have basically been blown up was terrifying in his first few weeks. As a kid.

So, this week, you’re gonna try and… unpack.

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“The hell do you mean it’s a bad thing?”

Soldier boy manages to ask, staring at his therapist like they’re a damn psychopath. He glances at the old TV set up next to them, before shaking his head and making a vague gesture with his concerningly thin arms. “Loud noises are scary. Everyone gets scared of ‘em.”

Bullshit.

He frowns, obviously pouting but trying not to look like it. He’s not too happy about being called out for his obvious panic attacks.

“What’re you even writin’ down?”

He asks, trying to see what’s being scribbled onto the clipboard the doc holds in their hands. He glances up at them when they shoot him a death glare and hide the board, and frowns.

“C’mon, doc, it can’t be that important. At least explain the issue with “PTSD.” Sounds like an STD.”

Good god, this one’s a tough case.