[It feels so strange, the idea of coming out here to talk to stranger about things that he doesn't even want to admit to. But Marianne had insisted it helped, that this man was a professional and-
Well just because she's not here to talk to she wouldn't want him to stop talking. Even if it's hard. Maybe especially because it's hard.
He's dressed in the sort of layers that he's accustomed to back home, even if he doesn't quite have the same level of formality here. But it eases his anxiety to be done up properly rather than in something he'd wear to work when he finally raises a hand to knock on the door, sharp and crisp and not at all like he's been standing outside hemming and hawing about actually coming in for the better part of ten minutes.
Not that he'd let himself back out now. He'd made an appointment and it would be incredibly rude to waste a professional's time like that.]
( Maruki would always recommend coming to a counselling session in something you're comfortable in, even if the man he opens the door to is dressed far more intricately than he would expect from the majority of his patients. still, he schools his face to not show more than a flicker of surprise — this is the multiverse, after all, and everyone has different standards of what "normal" is. that's something he's doing his best to remember.
so he offers a smile and steps aside, ushering Lorenz in. )
I'm glad you made it. ( the place isn't too hard to find, but as far as greetings go, that's a relatively safe and neutral one. he leads Lorenz the couple of steps into the main counselling area — set up with second hand furniture and a cosy couple of mismatched seating options, a side table masquerading as a coffee table and holding a plate of shortbread, and bookshelves which have steadily grown more and more full over the months of owning this place. )
Please, sit wherever's comfortable and help yourself.
[He smiles, bowing slightly once he steps inside. A small gesture of deference to the professional, despite his standing. Polite etiquette drives him to take a small piece of shortbread, even if he's rather certain that he would be more likely to be sick than hungry. Hardly the first time he's taken food he has no interest in for the sake of politeness.
He settles himself into an armchair, something that looks firm enough that he won't sink back into it, instead perching at it's edge, ankles crossed neatly, back perfectly straight.]
Thank you for agreeing to see me, sir. Marianne spoke highly of you and... I fear with her absence I am... I suppose a bit lost, myself.
( Maruki himself doesn't take anything to eat, preferring instead to make himself comfortable and grab a clipboard and pen, quickly noting down the date and time of the session. )
Oh? Well, I hope I can live up to her words.
( mAN compliments are awkward, okay? but enough of that. he swiftly breezes through the usual formalities — how the sessions work, how confidentiality is handled, and so on — to get them started. )
I'm sorry to hear that Marianne's no longer with us. I take it you two were close?
[Lorenz makes mental notes about the, clearly well practiced, disclaimers made, nodding along with the information. His expression falls when Maruki moves back to Marianne, though, gaze downcast and shoulders slumping just a touch.]
Yes... she is probably the dearest friend I have ever had and has been for many years now. I had actually just begun to stay with her after the recent tragedies and... now I find myself struggling to feel at ease in a home that is not mine but is certainly my responsibility in her absence.
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late October (CWs internalized homophobia, probably childhood neglect/emotional abuse)
Date: 2021-10-19 08:24 pm (UTC)Well just because she's not here to talk to she wouldn't want him to stop talking. Even if it's hard. Maybe especially because it's hard.
He's dressed in the sort of layers that he's accustomed to back home, even if he doesn't quite have the same level of formality here. But it eases his anxiety to be done up properly rather than in something he'd wear to work when he finally raises a hand to knock on the door, sharp and crisp and not at all like he's been standing outside hemming and hawing about actually coming in for the better part of ten minutes.
Not that he'd let himself back out now. He'd made an appointment and it would be incredibly rude to waste a professional's time like that.]
baby boy ;;
Date: 2021-10-22 03:48 pm (UTC)so he offers a smile and steps aside, ushering Lorenz in. )
I'm glad you made it. ( the place isn't too hard to find, but as far as greetings go, that's a relatively safe and neutral one. he leads Lorenz the couple of steps into the main counselling area — set up with second hand furniture and a cosy couple of mismatched seating options, a side table masquerading as a coffee table and holding a plate of shortbread, and bookshelves which have steadily grown more and more full over the months of owning this place. )
Please, sit wherever's comfortable and help yourself.
it's fiiiine
Date: 2021-10-23 06:25 pm (UTC)He settles himself into an armchair, something that looks firm enough that he won't sink back into it, instead perching at it's edge, ankles crossed neatly, back perfectly straight.]
Thank you for agreeing to see me, sir. Marianne spoke highly of you and... I fear with her absence I am... I suppose a bit lost, myself.
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Date: 2021-11-15 04:01 pm (UTC)Oh? Well, I hope I can live up to her words.
( mAN compliments are awkward, okay? but enough of that. he swiftly breezes through the usual formalities — how the sessions work, how confidentiality is handled, and so on — to get them started. )
I'm sorry to hear that Marianne's no longer with us. I take it you two were close?
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Date: 2021-11-17 10:28 pm (UTC)Yes... she is probably the dearest friend I have ever had and has been for many years now. I had actually just begun to stay with her after the recent tragedies and... now I find myself struggling to feel at ease in a home that is not mine but is certainly my responsibility in her absence.