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In an effort to be respectful of the promises he'd made, Bobby didn't cancel his therapy appointment. He just paid to fly his doctor to where he was. In this case, that meant she got a few days on the beach to relax after seeing him. Bobby figured it was only fair.
They were using one of her local colleagues' offices. It was unfamiliar ground for Bobby, which naturally set him even more on edge. She, however, looked perfectly at home.
"Tell me, Bobby, how have you been?"
He snorted softly. "Ya know, ya only call me Bobby when ya think ya've got something that'll make me open up."
She gave him a coy little smile and shrugged. "Maybe I do. Maybe I just want you to think I do. It is a simple question, though. So, how have you been?"
"Just fucking dandy. My life is all wine and roses. Birds sing when I walk by, flowers bloom." He sank down into the chair across from her and propped his chin on his fist, his elbow on the arm of the chair, and stared at her.
She held his gaze for a few moments before glancing down at her notes. She wrote for a moment, then laughed. "Robert, why are you in California this time? Hiding again?"
"Fuck ya," he stood as quickly as he'd sat down, growling at her before he started toward the window. The office had a lovely overlook of the business district and he found himself watching the small people moving from place to place. He wondered if Mel was down there, if Tony had taken her shopping. He hoped they were having fun.
From behind him, she cleared her throat, reminding him that she was, in fact, still there. When he turned around to glare at her, she shrugged. "Robert, I don't understand why you are surprised that I would say that. Running away isn't rebellious. It isn't on the vanguard of adult behavior. Has it once helped you?"
Bobby's eyes narrowed and he bite his lip a moment before turning back to the window. Maybe, with his back turned, it wasn't a complete admission of defeat. "No."
She failed miserably at containing her huff of triumph. "Now, perhaps you'd like to sit down, so we can talk about some more appropriate coping mechanisms."
He stayed at the window, looking out. He wasn't ready for her to see the defeat in his eyes. "When I went back to New York this last time, Mel had gone on back to Italy. Only Leo was there." He turned back to her as he wiped at the tears on his cheeks. "I run cause sometimes it feels like the only way he'll notice me is if I fuck up. Stupid, ain't it. He's my husband, we're stuck together forever. But there are times when it feel like he wishes he hadn't done it. Times when it feels like he'd rather be rid of me, be free to do whatever he wants without having to worry 'bout how it effects me."
Bobby walked back to the chair and sat. "Can't say I blame 'im, either. Not really. Don't think I'd wanna be burdened with me." He looked up at her and sighed. "I run to piss him off. I run so that when I get back, he'll beat me. I do it so he'll pay attention. Rebellious enough for ya?"
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They were using one of her local colleagues' offices. It was unfamiliar ground for Bobby, which naturally set him even more on edge. She, however, looked perfectly at home.
"Tell me, Bobby, how have you been?"
He snorted softly. "Ya know, ya only call me Bobby when ya think ya've got something that'll make me open up."
She gave him a coy little smile and shrugged. "Maybe I do. Maybe I just want you to think I do. It is a simple question, though. So, how have you been?"
"Just fucking dandy. My life is all wine and roses. Birds sing when I walk by, flowers bloom." He sank down into the chair across from her and propped his chin on his fist, his elbow on the arm of the chair, and stared at her.
She held his gaze for a few moments before glancing down at her notes. She wrote for a moment, then laughed. "Robert, why are you in California this time? Hiding again?"
"Fuck ya," he stood as quickly as he'd sat down, growling at her before he started toward the window. The office had a lovely overlook of the business district and he found himself watching the small people moving from place to place. He wondered if Mel was down there, if Tony had taken her shopping. He hoped they were having fun.
From behind him, she cleared her throat, reminding him that she was, in fact, still there. When he turned around to glare at her, she shrugged. "Robert, I don't understand why you are surprised that I would say that. Running away isn't rebellious. It isn't on the vanguard of adult behavior. Has it once helped you?"
Bobby's eyes narrowed and he bite his lip a moment before turning back to the window. Maybe, with his back turned, it wasn't a complete admission of defeat. "No."
She failed miserably at containing her huff of triumph. "Now, perhaps you'd like to sit down, so we can talk about some more appropriate coping mechanisms."
He stayed at the window, looking out. He wasn't ready for her to see the defeat in his eyes. "When I went back to New York this last time, Mel had gone on back to Italy. Only Leo was there." He turned back to her as he wiped at the tears on his cheeks. "I run cause sometimes it feels like the only way he'll notice me is if I fuck up. Stupid, ain't it. He's my husband, we're stuck together forever. But there are times when it feel like he wishes he hadn't done it. Times when it feels like he'd rather be rid of me, be free to do whatever he wants without having to worry 'bout how it effects me."
Bobby walked back to the chair and sat. "Can't say I blame 'im, either. Not really. Don't think I'd wanna be burdened with me." He looked up at her and sighed. "I run to piss him off. I run so that when I get back, he'll beat me. I do it so he'll pay attention. Rebellious enough for ya?"
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