Post by Ashton Harper on Feb 22, 2017 20:03:55 GMT
Camping had been...probably the worst idea he'd had. Alex coming had been even worse of an idea. It hadn't taken very long for her to come at him swearing and flailing her arms around like some manic car dealership blow up thing. He'd come out of it with only a handprint on the side of his face for not letting her just stay home and 'get fucked up.' How dare he! Honestly, Ashton was tempted to have her tested for a psych ward. She was going to kill someone some day just because they looked at her wrong.
Ash was reluctant coming to sessions with Dr. Fitzpatrick. While the guy seemed fine enough, he was stoic and reminded him too much of his own dad. Sure, it was his job to be professional and not take things to heart, but Ash was a heartfelt kind of guy. He was the only one with the last name Harper that had that thing in the middle of his chest cavity that pumped warm blood through his veins. Perhaps that was why he'd decided to go to a therapist. The last thing he wanted was to end up anything like the rest of his family.
He cleared his throat and tapped on the door to the office. He was exactly on time, though he'd have been early if he hadn't been pacing in the hallway for ten minutes. What was he going to say this time? That his sister hit him because she was riding with security. Ash could have ridden with her, but he was already struggling with the normalcy of a mutant school, let alone having his non-mutant sister come with him to one of its functions. The security guy hadn't exactly helped him out much with her attitude problem, but he couldn't be too mad, he had saved her from being a drunken idiot in the woods.
Ash sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose while he stood outside the door.
Ash was reluctant coming to sessions with Dr. Fitzpatrick. While the guy seemed fine enough, he was stoic and reminded him too much of his own dad. Sure, it was his job to be professional and not take things to heart, but Ash was a heartfelt kind of guy. He was the only one with the last name Harper that had that thing in the middle of his chest cavity that pumped warm blood through his veins. Perhaps that was why he'd decided to go to a therapist. The last thing he wanted was to end up anything like the rest of his family.
He cleared his throat and tapped on the door to the office. He was exactly on time, though he'd have been early if he hadn't been pacing in the hallway for ten minutes. What was he going to say this time? That his sister hit him because she was riding with security. Ash could have ridden with her, but he was already struggling with the normalcy of a mutant school, let alone having his non-mutant sister come with him to one of its functions. The security guy hadn't exactly helped him out much with her attitude problem, but he couldn't be too mad, he had saved her from being a drunken idiot in the woods.
Ash sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose while he stood outside the door.