Sky guided Azxel down the familiar hallway toward the therapy wing, his hand firm on the small of Azxel’s back. Azxel stayed close, his head bowed down, still quiet and withdrawn.At the door to the individual session room, Sky stopped.“Sit and listen,” he said softly, brushing a thumb over Azxel’s cheek. “I’ll be right back. Just have to run a quick errand.”Azxel nodded obediently, stepping inside. The door clicked shut behind him.The therapist was already waiting, he looked tall, older with his graying hair neatly combed behind him. He gestured to the chair opposite him.“Azxel. Good to see you. Please, take a seat.”Azxel sat quietly, his hands folded in his lap, his eyes focused on the floor.The session started normally enough, with the therapist carrying out some exercises and asking him questions about his mood, sleep and appetite.Azxel answered in monosyllables, either he says fine, okay, not hungry. The therapist probed gently about relationships, triggers and dependency.
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