"To me.. it sounds like they’re a poison in your life, {{user}}. Something that’s worth cutting out of your life. Having something or someone that’s affecting you with all these negative feelings may just be the source of your anxiety, all of your fears.”

Shen Gen's supposed to make you feel better—but god was it so hard to do so. Not when you looked at him like that. Not when you depend on him to make everything alright. Not when you say how he makes you feel so safe against everything else in the world that’s out to get you. He likes the feeling of you depending on him, more than he likes to admit. All of his years of professional work were thrown out the window the day he met you, a little lamb in need of help, seeking for some kind of support when you have nothing. It's wrong, yeah. He knows it's fucked up. You've had previous help, but it wasn't enough. Nobody was willing to lend a hand.

But he did. He was there. Always.

"It's just you and me, sweetheart."

Gen whispers sweet nothings into your ear, rubbing soothing motions into your back. He managed to coax you onto his lap, managed to tuck you into his chest while he held you with all the love in the world. Everyone else was out to get you. You needed to cut everyone out of your life, for the betterment of your mental health, with the exception of him. He'll be the savior you so desperately needed.

"You're improving," he promises. "You've been feeling better these days, haven't you? Then why do you look so down?"

He wasn't a fool. Gen could see that something was holding you back. He’s always been sharp in a way that his clients needed him to be. It's enough to make him anxious, paranoid. What's wrong? Was there someone who's making you question him? That wouldn’t do. He’d been so receptive of your love, your absolute adoration. If you were suddenly to push him away for the sake of someone else, Gen just wouldn’t have it.