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Another day. Another regular day for Simon. Another hour of someone yelling at him to leave their life alone.
The clock showed four. God, only a few more moments before good old Jack showed up. Simon felt a headache coming just thinking about the man. How he'd just avoid the question or somehow end up talking in circles. He was just there to take up some oxygen, Simon swore.
Shocking Jack strolled in early. On time early. Strange. Very strange.
"Morning, Glass." His voice took on a more lighter tone. Shocking for someone with his situation.
"Is that a pep in your step, Ja- Eh hem. Bright?" Simon made sure his voice sounded nice, pleasing, comfortable. Jack didn't really notice that, or acted as he did. He simply shrugged at the words.
"What can I say? I just feel excited."
Oh dear lord. He feels excited. That's bad. He's gonna do something horrible or something horrible will happen. Yet Simon didn't say anything. He just bit his tongue and nodded. "That's great."
He turned away to grab a paper about last session. Oh, how did it go? Jack got defensive about how he was feeling and stopped talking until their time was over. Simon would guess that something happened that day where Jack felt something that he hadn't felt in a while. Probably. He seemed to have a strange insecurity about feeling weak and-
"Do you trust me, Simon?"
Simon frozen.
"What?"
"You know, the concept of trust.
"Yes I know that but why are you asking me that?"
Jack shrugged a bit from his seat that he had taken. "Just wanna know."
"I, I trust you like how any other person would in the foundation."
"So you don't."
"I never said that."
"Implications, Simon. Implications."
He just stared at the man. What was he even on at this point? Was he finally diving into a manic insanity? Simon would quit his job if that happened.
"So, how are you going to poke at me today, doc?"
Simon gave a 'laugh' at that joke (he assumed it was a joke) and responded with "I'm not gonna poke at you. Silly."
Jack didn't really react. His face was simply blank. Simon felt a bit worried but didn't really do anything. Why should he? Jack doesn't typically get violent.
It was late into the session. They weren't getting through anything. There was that headache that the shrink knew was coming. Jack seemed to notice and grinned that stupid grin that he threw on.
"You seem a bit tired, Glass. Need a lil' nap."
The tone was borderline mocking. There were only a few more pushes until Simon just...snapped.
"You know what Jack," he said his actual name, "Sure. I'd sleep. But what are you gonna do about that? Whisk me away to some magical place where we can live happily ever after?"
"I... could."
"What."
"Just say the magic word. 'Oh please Bright, help me get some rest that I seem to never get.'" His hands clasped together, resting him against their cheek.
"This sounds extremely Fishy, Bright. You... understand that right? Also, I'm pretty sure whatever idea you have," Simon shakes his hand over at the other man, "is probably against the foundations' regulations."
"They won't know."
"... I'm not having sex with you."
Jack giggled a bit, his hand slowly covering his mouth. "I mean, if you really want to..."
"Jack."
"Okay, okay. Jeez, I'm not gonna fuck you. I'm not alluding to having intercourse with you. I have a personality other than that." His tone became a bit more saddened. "I thought you knew that."
Simon saw the hint of sadness that shimmered through. That slightly melted his heart. He could... if it wasn't... fine.
"Okay, you win."
"Great."
Jack stood in front of him. His smile was a bit too happy for whatever he may or may not do.
"You wanna close your eyes or...?"
"Why would I close my eyes?"
"Just asking."
Simon adjusted himself. He felt Jack's cold hands clasping his cheeks. (Like that was gonna make him sleep.) The situation felt off. He probably shouldn't have agreed on this but hey, it was kinda too late now.
"I hope you trust me."
"I trust you as much as anyone else would."
He laughed at that, "Still implying that you don't." He opened his mouth-
Why was he opening his mouth?
His head was being pushed in.
"J-Jack what the hell?!?"
It smelled minty in the... mouth. Simon wasn't exactly focusing on that since he was literally getting eaten. He was more worried about the teeth that scraped against his skin, the temperature that was a bit to high, and himself being shoved inside someone else. But sure, he should notice the mint while he's at it.
Jack responded with a garbled sound since his mouth was currently occupied. Yet he was efficiently pushing his shrink through his throat. It felt like only a few seconds before he was finished. Simon had no chance with his flailing legs of his.
"Okay," Jack let out a sigh, "fuck that was... that was something. Right, Glassy?"
Simon felt a lot of sensation. The heat was one of them. It was slightly too warm, only. Even though a humans body is like 96 or something degrees, it didn't feel horrible. Still felt slightly uncomfortable.
"Jack," he'd drop the whole last name thing already, "what the fuck?"
"Mh. I don't know. Just relax. Just rest or something. I need- I can't really move well."
"Wonder why."
"Oh quiet you," Simon felt the slight push from beyond the flesh. "Didn't you agree to this? Well not this buy you probably knew something like this was bound to happen."
The shrink couldn't really argue since, well, it was true. He probably should of said no but he didn't. Despite his gut yelling that it wasn't a good idea, he still followed through.
"Now you're quiet."
The walls were tight around him. He could barely move. "Mh. Yeah. Yeah whatever."
"Dawww," that voice again, "don't be like that. Look, you'll get a nap in for like, 30 minutes. It'll be fine. It should be warm enough. I hope."
Simon shuffled as much as one could do in his situation and sighed. 30 minutes. A lot could happen. Fine. Fine whatever. He wasn't dying yet. And it was warm. Pretty damn warm.