Dallon rubbed his eye as he poured his second cup of coffee. He hadn't slept since waking up from the first nightmare of the night. He had tried to convince Kenny otherwise but he was sure his boyfriend had caught onto the lie.

The coffee had to kick in eventually.

As Dallon brought the mug up to his lips, Kenny walked into the kitchen. He set a notepad next to the coffee pot and kept moving to the fridge.

"Eleven o'clock." Kenny said casually as he opened the fridge and ducked inside.

Dallon looked down at the note.

Corner of 4th & freemont

3366

Therapist appointment

Dr. O

"Ken, I'm okay, it's just nightmares." Dallon laughed, despite the nervous pang in his gut from reading the scribbled words.

"You mumble in your sleep too, you know that?" Kenny set the milk on the counter and closed the fridge. He turned to Dallon with a frown. "Call me paranoid, but I worry. You've been jumpier than usual. Not to mention your hand." He reached out and grabbed hold of Dallon's hand, gently turning it so his palm faced up.

There was a symbol burned into his skin. A symbol that made Dallon shudder just by looking at it. He didn't know where it came from. It had just seemed to have appeared one night.

"When you disappeared..." Kenny traced a finger along the edge of Dallon's palm. "I was so afraid..."

Dallon shook his head. "I'm back, though! I'm okay."

"Back without a real memory of what happened or where you went!" Kenny snapped, "How is that just okay? God knows what else happened..." His voice grew quiet and he looked down at the ground.

Dallon wouldn't admit it, but even the night Kenny found him in the corn was a vague memory he fought to remember. It felt like years ago rather than days. Weeks, maybe? Time was bleeding together as if it didn't exist.

"Just... Do it for me?" Kenny asked, softly. "Doctor O is a really great guy. He's the one who I used to see before we got together."

Dallon sighed. "Will it make you feel better?"

"It'll make you feel better too."

"Fine." Dallon stepped closer to Kenny and planted a kiss on his forehead. "I'll go."

Kenny smiled. "Thank you, Dal. I promise it'll help. It feels good to talk."

Dallon smiled back, but didn't respond. What good would talking to a stranger do? He couldn't even remember anything from his disappearance. If Kenny hadn't told him about it, he may have never even known he had been gone.

He looked down at his hand as Kenny walked out of the kitchen. The shape of an eye stared back at him. A dizziness swept over him as he continued to look at it. Buzzing filled his ears and a magenta filter coated his vision.

"Static palms melting your vibes?"

Dallon gasped. He felt sucked back into reality as everything zoomed back to normal. A shiver ran through his body.

He remembered that voice. He wasn't sure from where, but he remembered...

---

A few days later, still trying to rub sleep from his eyes, Dallon followed Kenny up to the therapist's office. It was a space surrounded by other small offices offering prescription pills, self help, and everything in between.

Kenny held an office door open for Dallon, so he assumed his boyfriend had found where they needed to go. He stepped inside, taking a moment to glance around. There was a leather couch and two arm chairs, a small coffee table with a miniature water fountain sat on top of it, and what Dallon assumed to be a receptionist desk off in the corner. The tabletop fountain roared surprisingly loud for something so small. Dallon cringed as Kenny let the door slowly close behind him.

He already hated it.

"Hello."

Both men turned as a blonde woman walked towards the desk in the corner. Dallon wasn't entirely sure where she had come from, seeing as all the doors had appeared to be on his and Kenny's size of the room.

"Hi." Kenny didn't seem at all phased. A smile spread across his face and he quickly made his way over to the woman. "There should be an appointment for Weekes."

Dallon took another look around the room as the woman shuffled some papers around. He blinked, momentarily taken to a bland room with a dark shadow looming over him before opening his eyes back to reality. He inhaled a sharp breath, taking a step back. He bumped into the small table, shaking the fountain and causing some water to spill over the edge.

"Dallon?" Kenny shot him a concerned gaze.

"Don't worry, I can clean that." The blonde woman said, though her expression read that she was clearly irritated by the new task.

"Sorry..." Dallon mumbled. He stepped over to the couch and sat down. It felt safer than standing and potentially making more of a mess.

Kenny frowned. He began to step towards Dallon, but the blonde distracted him. "I've got his appointment right here! You were a former patient though, correct mister..."

"Harris." Kenny turned back to her with a nod. "Yes, I was."

"Could the doctor have a moment of your time?" The blonde asked, "Before meeting with Dallon?"

Kenny's brows raised with surprise. "I suppose?" He turned to Dallon as if searching for approval. "I won't eat into your time." He offered a small smile.

Dallon didn't care if his boyfriend ate all of his time. He would rather be anywhere than this place. Something about it was unsettling.

"First door around the corner." The blonde pointed before stepping around her desk. "Follow me." She walked briskly, making it across the room in seconds.

Kenny took his time. He brushed his fingers against Dallon's arm as he passed, but didn't look down.

Dallon looked down at his lap. The fountain was becoming deafening again. Its sound seemed to swallow the entire room, leaving him drowning in noise.

He rubbed his eyes, feeling sleep deprivation trying to pull them down. That therapist would eat it up. A mess of a guy who went missing and couldn't remember whatever he had gone through. Dallon was willing to bet those cases weren't a regular treat that came strolling through the door.