It’s been exactly two years since I started therapy. Since then, I’ve helped a mysterious man leave the 1800s, made more friends than I have in my entire life, bought two houses, made more enemies than I have in my entire life, started working for a secret government agency, and became director of said agency. Oh, and gained a boyfriend who has one of the most powerful atypical abilities in history. That about sums, it up, I think?
God, I’m so bad at this. Letter writing I mean.
Anyway, I just want to say… thanks. For, you know, helping me. If you hadn’t, well, I’m not sure where I’d be right now, but it sure wouldn’t be here.
Crap, I already said that, didn’t I? Okay, I’m saying it again. All right, um, bye!
Thank you for the letter. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it. If you ever need to talk, I’m here.
You know you aren’t my therapist, right?
I know, but I still care about you!
I thought I was the defensive one here. Anyways, do you want to go out for coffee for our… therapy-versary?
I don’t think that’s a thing, but sure. The one on Oak?
That’s the one Chloe and I first met at, I think. God, that was weird. She kept reading my mind the whole time.
Not your ideal way to chat?
I am talking to Joan, right? The one who really can’t stand someone reading their mind?
Very funny. Is that a yes?
Yeah. Yeah, sure! I’ll see you there.