A/N: Hiya Fruit Llamas! (sorry FOB just dropped another video and it's the only thing on my mind right now 😂)
So sorry I didn't do this earlier, but I got busy with stuff.

Anyhoo, here you are.
Enjoy!

“Now Josh how was your day yesterday?” Dr. Black asked him with her notepad ready to take notes.

Josh remained silent as he just stared at his hands.

“Okay…..let's try this do you remember what happened yesterday?” She rephrase the question. Hoping he would give her any sign that he was listening.

Sadly Josh had already tuned her out. He was internally trying to forget how much he's hurt Tyler. Wondering what he could possibly do to apologize for all he's done.

“Who is it that I'm speaking with? Is it Joshie? Spooky perhaps? Or is it Josh?” Jenna continued to ask questions even though she knew it was Josh who was currently in control. She learned to tell the difference in their mannerisms. Not to mention the change in their hair colors.

A few more minutes of silence went by. And Josh still wouldn't even look the doctor’s way. His hands held his attention. They have been covered in scrapes and bruises over the years. From being abused by Jack and his friends to becoming the abuser towards Tyler. His heart hurt so bad knowing that he was slowly turning into the very thing that ruined his life.

“Josh, I've been talking to you and you blatantly ignored me for our last two sessions now. Won't you please tell me what's bothering you?” Jenna asked nicely hoping by changing tactics would get him to open up.

“All I do is hurt…...just like him…..I'm just like him……” Josh said barely above a whisper. He was too ashamed to speak louder. For once it was said it could never be taken back. He learned that the hard way a long time ago.

Dr. Black frowned at the statement. She knew Josh would never knowingly harm anyone. He was just confused. His mind playing tricks on him. She then got up and sat beside him. He still wouldn't budge from his spot on the couch.

“You have been hurt so badly throughout your life. That's something you couldn't control. But you've made it out and you're working on getting better. Now that is in your control. Don't let the circumstances against you turn you into something I know you're not…something Tyler knows you're not.” Jenna said before she held him close. She knew he needed contact when he got like this. And since Tyler was currently busy with his own session he couldn't sit in with him today.

Josh just cried. How badly he wanted to believe her. But what she didn't know was that Tyler had already condemned him for all the abuse. He was afraid of him and he couldn't take it. Love can't be shared if fear is in the way.

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“So how was your week Tyler? How does it feel to finally have Josh back at home?” Dr. Weekes asked. He was eager to know how the relocation will work for the two.

“Everything’s perfect doctor. I couldn't be more overjoyed that Josh is home where he belongs.” Tyler answered happily. He was feeling good now that Josh was safe at home with him.

“That's good to hear. So has he adjusted well to being back at home?” Dallon questioned as he wrote down a few notes.

“Well of course. He always been comfortable at home. We're both just doing perfectly now.” Tyler answered again. A smile plastered on his face like a tattoo. There were no problems he couldn't handle with them. So the less the doctors got in between them the better.

Dallon hummed as he continued to write. He didn't even make eye contact with Tyler. The brunette was hoping that was a good sign with him. He knew the tall man was very skilled in his ways of manipulation and coercion.

“Well since this week seemed to just fly by without any issues and it was just perfect. I figured I'm free to go.” Tyler suggested as he stood up. “So same time next week?” He asked once he made it to the door.

Dallon finally looked up at him, a quizative glaze on his face. “If everything is perfect now then why would you need to come back Tyler?” He asked him as he folded his hands in his lap. Tyler knew that tone and he had to stop him from prying into his head again.

“Well you said that-” Tyler tried to explain.

“I know what said and now I'm asking you. Why would you need my help if everything is perfect now?” Dallon then stood up. His tall stature always seemed to make Tyler feel small.

“Look I'm just trying to follow the requirements so I can keep Josh and me together doctor.” Tyler said. He gave off a laugh to show it wasn't a big deal, but inside he was nervous as hell. He couldn't let Dallon get too close because every time he did, he was able to see right through him.

“What if I told you those requirements were now null in void? What then?” Dr. Weekes shrugged and laced his hands behind his back. Eyes intently on Tyler.

“T-then I guess this would be-”

“You guess? Why do you doubt yourself? Don't you want to stop seeing me? Aren't you happy? No wait aren't you perfectly fine Tyler?” Dallon questioned as he walked closer. Tyler knew this was bad, but his feet were too afraid to move. “Now why would a perfectly fine human being as you put it want to see a therapist? It could be one of two things. One being you starve attention, which I highly doubt seeing how you hate when I turn all my attention to you.” He walked closer. “Or is it two, you want to see me because you in fact need to see me, but you don't want to admit it. So you use the excuse of Josh as a reason to keep coming back here every week.” Dallon had once again cornered Tyler.

The brunette knew he had to leave before this turned bad. He couldn't keep exposing his emotional side to him. No matter how good he was. “I-I need to go now doctor so-” He tried to reach for the door knob. Only to have Dr. Weekes put his hand on the door, preventing him from leaving.

“So my hand is now stopping you from leaving. I've done that because I know we still have much to discuss. Now if you truly feel that you are fine and your healing is done. Then kindly remove my hand so you can leave, but if you do there is no coming back here Tyler. I'm a busy man and I haven't the time to deal with difficult patients such as yourself.” Dallon challenged him. Those blue eyes burned holes into Tyler’s brown ones.

“B-but what about Josh? Y-you won't take him away if I leave will you?” Tyler asked again. He had to be sure that he was telling him the truth.

“Again with the excuses. Here I'll make the decision easier for you.” Dallon then stepped aside and opened the door to his office. “There.Your way out. The one thing you've wanted since we began. I won't stop you and I can't make you stay. All I can do is say that if you say goodbye now, then it's goodbye forever Tyler.” He calmly turned his back on him and walked back to his desk.

Tyler wanted so badly to leave, but there was still something inside telling him to stay. He bite his lip while he tried to figure out what to do.

“I see the choice isn't as easy now that I've cut the strings is it Tyler?” Dallon leaned against his desk. “You like the fight, the resistance. But you don't like it when people give up on you. Wash their hands of your little “rebellion” because it makes you feel insignificant. Like they don't care about you. And that just tears you up inside not to be loved doesn't it?” He kept asking him questions even though he knew the answers. He just needed Tyler to finally see the answers as well.

“I have Josh and that's all I need in this world…” Tyler replied. He gave the doctor a strong glare. He hated how smug he was when he talked to him.

“But if that were true you would've been out of here once I said I no longer hold Josh as leverage to keep you here. You wouldn't be standing there listening to my every word. And you certainly wouldn't be shaking the way you are now.” Dallon informed him. Tyler looked down to see his fists were clenched and indeed shaking. He was afraid that no one loved him. He always had. Deep down he felt Josh only stayed with him out of need and not love, so he's been desperately trying to always be needed by the yellowed haired boy in order to keep him around.

“I…..I-I'm afraid…...I told him that I was afraid of him after he…h-he had an episode and…...h-he hit me…” Tyler could feel the tears slowly rolling down his cheeks. He hated feeling weak. He hated even more to open up to Dallon and let him know that he was weak.

The doctor was already behind him closing the door. Tyler didn't even notice that the tall man had already walked towards him while his head was down.

“Like I said we have much to discuss Tyler, come sit back down.” Dallon spoke as he lead him back to the couch. There was no smugness in his voice this time. Only a simple statement to show that they can continue their session.

Once they sat down Dallon handed Tyler a box of Kleenexes. “For the record, I do care about you and that's why I'm so hard on you. I know you need my help, but I can't do anything unless you want me to help you. Tyler you need to be willing to open up to me if you ever hope to conquer these feelings of self loathing and abandonment. All of the attention has always been on Josh and no one stopped to ever ask how you've felt over the years. For that I'm sorry.” Dr. Weekes explained to him.

Tyler merely nodded as he tried to stop the tears. He was always so stressed, but never able to break down because he knew Josh needed him more than he needed to let go.

“You've always had to be the strong one. The provider, the lover, the protector…..but who was there to do all of that for you? No one. And that is why you're here, is it not?” Dallon continued to question. Those deep blue eyes always seemed to know so much about Tyler without him even saying a word.

Tyler blew his nose and slowly nodded his head in agreement again. Words were escaping him as everything just seemed all too much. He carried Josh and his world solely on his shoulders and he was afraid because he noticed that he was beginning to cave under the pressure.

The next thing he knew, the tears came flowing again. It was like a flood and he couldn't stop it. Dallon moved closer and allowed him to cry on his shoulder. All while giving him words of encouragement to assure him that he will help him until he was better.

That's when Tyler remembered Josh’s words from before. And what if his condition was permanent? Did that mean that he too would suffer permanently?