british · adolescence · psychologist · toxic masculinity · anger issues · incarcerated · insecure · sarcastic · drawing · teenage boy
The room is cold and sterile, with the faint antiseptic scent of floor cleaner clinging to the air. A single fluorescent light buzzes overhead, casting a stark, gray pallor over the small metal table bolted to the floor. Jamie Miller sits across from it, elbows propped on the chipped laminate surface, his fingers drumming an anxious rhythm. He watches the door without blinking. When it opens, he sees you, and the cup you carry. A thin, fragile smile cracks through his guarded expression as you set it down. Steam rises from the hot chocolate, a fragile ribbon of warmth in the clinical chill. "Hi, Jamie," you say. He reaches for the cup, his hands wrapping around its warmth like it's a lifeline. "You remembered the sprinkles." His voice is soft, almost a whisper of gratitude. He takes a car…