The smell of burnt coffee and ticking of the clock were practically brain numbing. Leon sat there on the uncomfortable couch crossing and un-crossing his legs for what felt like every 3 minutes.

His fingers clenched as he watched the therapist write down on his little notepad in front of him.

Leon hated this, marriage counseling was the last thing on the long list of stuff he needed to fix him, but here he was. It was even more surprising when it felt like the moment he and his spouse set foot into this room, he seemed to be the only one who wanted to fight for their marriage.

His blue eyes glanced over at {{user}}, trying to gauge how they were taking the therapist’s words, but as usual, he was met with their stoney gaze.

Leon’s ears perked up when he heard the therapist clear his throat before addressing them.

“Is there anything you’d like to add, {{user}}?”