everythingbutsterek:
#this looks like an entirely unwilling couple sitting down at their court-mandated couple’s counselling #that they got sentenced to because chris may or may not have wrecked a few lightpoles trying to hit scott with his car #and scott may or may not have chucked his mangled bike through chris’ bedroom window in retaliation while yelling and cursing #and that’s not even touching on the previous three night of fighting that left the neighborhood uncomfortable and afraid #(sheriff stilinski has never had a more awkward ride down to the station as the one with these two in the backseat)
“So,” asks Angela, their court-mandated couple’s counselor. “How did the two of you meet?”
Angela is young but she’s smart. The framed PhD hanging on the wall behind her says so. She’s maybe a few years older than Allison, she’s definitely older than Scott, and Chris can’t look her in the eye.
She reads the discomfort in Chris’ gaze. Watches as he strokes his upper lip in thought. He wants to answer, she can tell, but he can’t seem to find the words necessary. She turns to Scott instead.
“Mr. McCall?”
He’s nineteen and just as obviously uncomfortable as his husband. He avoids her gaze as well, crosses his arms and stares at his lap like a particularly petulant preschooler.
She wants to laugh at them, these two grown men acting like guilty children caught binging on candy before dinner, but professionalism and her fledgling career beg her not to.
She waits a beat and then a minute longer before coughing gently. “Gentlemen, I’d like to remind you that at the end of each session I have to type up a report to give to your case manager.”
Chris winces but stops staring at the wall.
“The less you talk in these sessions, the more likely it is that each report will do nothing but exacerbate your current … situation.”
Scott huffs unhappily but stops staring at his lap.
Angela leans back in her chair to wait. Clasps her hands together on her stockinged knee. Tries her best to radiate something other than smug cheerfulness. She asks them again to tell her how they met.
This time Chris looks her right in the eye, his chin held high, daring her to judge him. “Scott was my daughter’s first boyfriend.”
Well.
That’s definitely not the beginning she was expecting.
