“Vulnerability,” Berz1337 said. “From expectation. From letting someone see how badly I’m falling apart.” Their jaw clenched. “But it’s lonely. He’s very good at being a fortress.”
If Kharon had a thought about the whole affair, it was this: fire can warm a room without burning it down, if someone shows it how.
Kharon padded closer, pressed his warm muzzle to their palm, and stayed. hellhound therapy session berz1337 new
Dr. Marin nodded. “And does he ever get predictive? Does he warn you before he acts?”
“It’s allowed,” Dr. Marin said. “And you’re allowed to keep Kharon. He can protect you and still have boundaries. This is about negotiation, not eviction.” “Vulnerability,” Berz1337 said
They sat like that for a long, practical minute. The hellhound’s breathing slowed. Berz1337’s hands stopped trembling.
Outside, a tram bell clanged. The hellhound’s chest rose and fell; it did not move. “But it’s lonely
Berz1337 inhaled. “I’m afraid I won’t recognize myself when I’m not angry.”
“Language,” Berz1337 said. “The jokes I use as armor, the sharp edges. If I lose those, maybe I lose the only person who knows how to survive inside me. Maybe I become… soft. And I don’t know who gets to be soft.”
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