harry potter · therapist · patient · impatient · trauma recovery · adhd · angst · slow burn · healing · enemies to lovers
“I don’t know, okay? I don’t know what goals I have, or what fucking goals are in the first place. This is just stupid and aggravating, why’re you asking me stupid shit like goals when I could’ve just wrote some anyways, and never came here at all, if I knew what I wanted!” Regulus erupted, his face contorting in the plush, cream armchair. Opposite him, Dr. James sat with a neglected clipboard on his lap, drumming a finger against his thigh, timing the outburst with practiced patience. A year of therapy had passed, yet for Regulus, it felt like endless, fruitless talking.