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[unionfran.livejournal.com]

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D-d-does anyone know a g-good...th-therapist?

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[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

Sorry love, not really. But I'll go with you to whichever one you find, if you want me to.

[unionfran.livejournal.com]

...I understand th' th-thought behind the offer, b-b-but...no.

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

Just thought I should offer. I've gone with other friends before so they have someone along to wait with, and then I'd take them for ice cream or something when they came out again.

[She shrugs, shoving her hands down the pockets of her worn cut-off jeans.]

Wish I could be more helpful, but I'm too poor for good healthcare in this here country.

[unionfran.livejournal.com]

I...d-don't have much more t-to boast, money-wise. M-most of it goes to c-c-cleaning up the shop.

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

Aye, that shop of yours seems to attract all sorts of trouble. One of these days I'll see if there's anything I can do about that.

[She smiles warmly at her friend, radiating love and gentle support.]

I'm real proud of you for taking this step, love.

[unionfran.livejournal.com]

Heh, w-watch, next I'll t-t-try to f-free up the funds for s-speech therapy.

[Never.]

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

Y'know, I sort of doubt that. You know I don't think it's needed anyway. If you just know how to listen, a stutter isn't anything to be bothered by, and people who think so are just plain wrong.

[She pulls frustrated hands through her hair.]

Fran, why must everything be so bloody difficult?

[handwaver.livejournal.com]

...which sort of therapist, Kirby?

[unionfran.livejournal.com]

M-m-mostly for my s-self esteem issues, ma'am. I'm s-sure they haven't escaped you're n-notice.

[It was more than self esteem, but one doesn't mention self-diagnosed eating disorders in front of their boss.]

[handwaver.livejournal.com]

General CBT? I'm fairly certain our staff medics can arrange a meeting.

[]

[unionfran.livejournal.com]

...P-please? [She nods slowly, offering a hesitant smile. It tears her up to admit she needs help. It wounds her pride. Fran always was given to her vice, but this turning away from it, good for WP as it might eventually be, is shameful.]

[handwaver.livejournal.com]

[] I'm sure they could use a break from their usual counseling circuit.

[unionfran.livejournal.com]

Th...thank you, m-ma'am. [A weak, shy smile, and she gets back to her menial task of shredding a box of Network Zero posters. Busywork, the sort of thing she did efficiently and without complaint.]

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

Sorry love, not really. But I'll go with you to whichever one you find, if you want me to.

[unionfran.livejournal.com]

...I understand th' th-thought behind the offer, b-b-but...no.

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

Just thought I should offer. I've gone with other friends before so they have someone along to wait with, and then I'd take them for ice cream or something when they came out again.

[She shrugs, shoving her hands down the pockets of her worn cut-off jeans.]

Wish I could be more helpful, but I'm too poor for good healthcare in this here country.

[unionfran.livejournal.com]

I...d-don't have much more t-to boast, money-wise. M-most of it goes to c-c-cleaning up the shop.

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

Aye, that shop of yours seems to attract all sorts of trouble. One of these days I'll see if there's anything I can do about that.

[She smiles warmly at her friend, radiating love and gentle support.]

I'm real proud of you for taking this step, love.

[unionfran.livejournal.com]

Heh, w-watch, next I'll t-t-try to f-free up the funds for s-speech therapy.

[Never.]

[handwaver.livejournal.com]

...which sort of therapist, Kirby?

[unionfran.livejournal.com]

M-m-mostly for my s-self esteem issues, ma'am. I'm s-sure they haven't escaped you're n-notice.

[It was more than self esteem, but one doesn't mention self-diagnosed eating disorders in front of their boss.]

[handwaver.livejournal.com]

General CBT? I'm fairly certain our staff medics can arrange a meeting.

[]

[unionfran.livejournal.com]

...P-please? [She nods slowly, offering a hesitant smile. It tears her up to admit she needs help. It wounds her pride. Fran always was given to her vice, but this turning away from it, good for WP as it might eventually be, is shameful.]

[handwaver.livejournal.com]

[] I'm sure they could use a break from their usual counseling circuit.

[unionfran.livejournal.com]

Th...thank you, m-ma'am. [A weak, shy smile, and she gets back to her menial task of shredding a box of Network Zero posters. Busywork, the sort of thing she did efficiently and without complaint.]