WHO: Horatio/Timothy/Brain Doctor..my bad.."Relationship counselor". Bah.
WHEN: Most recent.
WHERE: Doctor's Office. Well, in front of it. Still outside.
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Timothy would not shut up. This went on for days, his constant whining. He hated this idea. Hated it more than anything in this entire world. More than Nico, and that was a lot of
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All H wanted was Tim to go once anyways, for him. And it could help- there was a chance. H did not expect some magic fix for Speedle's infidelity, he doubted that would ever change. H was actually more hoping for advice on coping with Tim's cheating from the doctor than a fix.
H was dressed casually ths afternoon, trying to keep things lowkey. Jeans and a MDPD t-shirt along with his gold and diamond watch and ever present sunglasses. When Tim turned he raised a brow at him, a stern edge on his gravelly voice.
"You are staying, are...staying. Just one session, that's all I am asking."
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Folding his arms across his chest he just stands there, silently fuming. "I don't like them and I don't trust them." At this point he was just getting everything out at once. Getting it all off his chest.
Tim knew Horatio's mind was already made up and Timmy would stay, just this once, though. However he would do everything he could to get Horatio to change his mind.
Watching him through the shades of his glasses he smiles a little, "We both have some time. We could go home." Timmy leans in, kissing Horatio's jawline, pressing his body flush up against the slim frame of Horatio's. "Get comfortable in the bedroom." His tone is husky, very low key as it rattles around in his throat.
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"I have lots of money, Tim."
He placed one hand on his hip and the other he balled into a fist, wrapping his knuckles on the banister.
"And we don't exactly seem to be handling our own problems particularly well."
Speedle moved closer and H eyed him cautiously, knowing he had to be up to something. Sure enough Tim was suddenly very affectionate and as much as the twinge his groin wanted him to give in he refused. Gently placing his hands on Speed's shoulders to try and put space between them.
"We can get comfy after the session. I'm certain you'll be quite rilled up then..."
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"Actually I won't be in the mood to fuck around after. Probably not for a while. I feel a headache coming on." He whispers harshly, just being a stubborn child. He didn't trust people as it is, this was ridiculous.
Timmy swings his arm back, smashing his fist against the front door angrily, "Is anyone even in there?! Hello! Let's fucking move it!" He roars out.
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She's satisfied when Tim finally sits, and rearranges her cardigan on her lap. She nods to Horatio. "You're most welcome to do so. But I've found that with regards to relationships, it's better for both partners to be in the room. By hook or by crook," she adds, with a smile.
"So. How would you characterise your relationship with Lieutenant Caine?" she asks Tim, head to one side. "Do you think that he's justified in requesting you join him here?"
She looks at Horatio. "How would you characterise your relationship with Mr Speedle?" she asks.
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Looking away from her he clears his throat anxiously, dragging his fingers through his hair. "Jesus. If it'll shut you the fuck up.." He frowns, glaring at the floor.
He gestures with his hands, rolling them as he tries to find the right words, looking over at Horatio for a moment, trying to figure it out. "I dunno. Sex? I guess?" He sighs, stroking his palm across his stubbled cheek.
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Horatio is much more eloquent, and she feels a swell of sympathy for him. It isn't easy to make oneself vulnerable in front of a stranger, or a resistant partner. She turns to Speedle, her voice neutral in tone.
"How does Mr Caine's words make you feel?" she asks, curious. "Do you agree with his assessment?"
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