After making another appointment I headed home. I felt a bit shitty after spilling my guts (or... internal... light, i guess???) so I put on a song that would raise my spirits.
Eventually I got home, my head still hanging low.
Charlie: Mylo! Come give me a hug buddy.
Susan: Hey Mylo.
Me: Hey guys...
Charlie hugged me, squeezing a bit too tight, as usually, although her aggressive affection was kind of comforting in that moment.
Charlie: How was your therapist appointment?
Me: It was... exhuasting, honestly.
Susan: I mean... yeah, that's usually how they go, espcially the first one.
Me: I'm gonna have to go back in a month...
Charlie, still squeezing me: Awww buddy, It'll feel better in the long run.
Me: Charlie, I hate to ask you this, but...
Charlie: You want me to stop huggin' ya, angelcakes?
Me: Yeah, and uhh... maybe don't call me that...
Charlie: Sure, sure.
Me: Charlie...
Charlie: Yeah?
Me: Your still squeezing me.
Charlie: Sorry, bud!
She finally let go.
Charlie: I'm glad your back, dude.
Susan: Me too. It's uh, as soon as Charlie got board of her game-
Charlie: Deus Ex.
Susan: Uh, yeah...
Charlie: The original, released in 2000.
Susan: She crushed me, too, is what im saying.
Charlie: Oh, shut up, dude. I know you love me too.
Susan: I mean, yeah, but I actually still need to breath, so...
Charlie: Oh! You do???
Susan: ...
Me: ...yeah. Wendigos need to breath.
Charlie: I didn't know that, I'm sorry!
Susan: Your... your good man...