|Author:||Etoile (Authenticated as Etoile)|
|Date:||September 17, 2012 at 3:12:44 PM|
|Reply to:||Send Your Characters to Therapy (Kicking and Screaming) by Viola Eponine|
Martin Hahn is from the story I've been using for most of these games lately, and he's a classmate of Spencer's in law school. He actually does eventually go to therapy in canon, so this will be using that time period. He's around 26, has been out of law school for a little over six months (I wanted to make it winter), and has been working at a law firm since soon after he graduated.
Martin did not want to be there. He stared intently at the clock (the therapist was a minute late) and impatiently tapped his foot on the ground, completely out of sync with the second hand, not that he cared. It was all that he could do to keep from slouching and pouting like an insolent toddler, so instead he'd shoved his hands into the pockets of his coat and leaned back a little in a way that could have seemed casual if not for the tap-tap-tap of his foot on the carpet and the way he clenched his jaw and curled his hands into fists inside his pockets.
He'd never felt any need to go to a therapist, not when his parents had sent him to one in high school more because they thought it would be a good idea than for any specific reason, and certainly not after that. He had his problems, but so did everyone, and he'd managed to deal with them just fine for his whole life until that point, so he really couldn't understand how therapy could possibly do anything for him. But Asher had been worried, and no matter how much Martin had insisted that he was just stressed from his work and that therapy wouldn't because he didn't need it, Asher would not let the idea go. It had taken until Martin had come home late one night on the verge of tears from exhaustion for him to agree to see someone, and the look of concern and love in Asher's eyes had almost made him believe that this really would help him somehow.
Of course, that didn't mean that he had to be happy to be here. The therapist was now two minutes late. He sighed, leaned his head back a little until it rested against the wall, and closed his eyes. He was only able to remain like this for a few seconds, though, because he (finally) heard his name called and quickly got to his feet.
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