Day Six: Secrets
Jan. 7th, 2004 03:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
3pipeproblemHomicide, sort of Frankentim. This is all (all 126 words) ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
beechball's fault.
One time, Bayliss went to see a shrink. Because...well, he hadn't really had a reason. A lot of people went to see shrinks, and most of them seemed reasonably healthy. Or comparatively healthy. It was something you had to try once, he'd reasoned. In case it worked.
About three quarters of the way through the session, the shrink, a nice guy named Peters, who'd kept running his fingers through his hair in a way that made Bayliss kind of nervous, held up a hand. Bayliss looked at him sideways, trailed off, his mouth still hanging open, ready to finish the sentence.
"You realize you've been talking about your partner this entire time."
Bayliss shut his mouth, shook the shrink's hand, and never made another appointment again.
beechball's fault.One time, Bayliss went to see a shrink. Because...well, he hadn't really had a reason. A lot of people went to see shrinks, and most of them seemed reasonably healthy. Or comparatively healthy. It was something you had to try once, he'd reasoned. In case it worked.
About three quarters of the way through the session, the shrink, a nice guy named Peters, who'd kept running his fingers through his hair in a way that made Bayliss kind of nervous, held up a hand. Bayliss looked at him sideways, trailed off, his mouth still hanging open, ready to finish the sentence.
"You realize you've been talking about your partner this entire time."
Bayliss shut his mouth, shook the shrink's hand, and never made another appointment again.
