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The other boy had charted into an unknown territory of his. Did he care what other people said about him? It's only common that people should, but do they have to. Does Olivier have to...? He stood there, thinking if he should let it bother him. But then he fell back into his world. Having to answer quickly, he decided not to care, turning his back on the other, but before he started to walk, he looked over his shoulder, but not at the other. Though his eyes were on him, he wasn't looking at him.

Olivier felt the other's presence trailing behind him, making him feel a bit uneasy, he's been alone for most of his career. He'd never even felt the need to acquire an assistant, since he was afraid of them not being good enough for his perfectionist expectations. He didn't really react much to the other's first sentence, seeing as he was probably hard to talk to. He felt the other's shoulder barely brush his but that kind of contact from a stranger was highly odd to him. Why would a stranger be so interested in him? He wondered but he never stopped walking.

Today of all days was the time to had a complete stranger interested in what he thought of them. He needed to get to his meeting on time, he needed to rush, this wasn't the time to explain to a stranger how he was. He pulled the sleeve from his suit jacket and checked his watch for the time. 'Fuck..' -- He cursed to himself, even muttering it out. He pulled his sleeve back down and then looked at you, eyeing you with his eyebrows creased.

Olivier was one to never do anything he wouldn't like, so he attempted not to judge by one thing. But as he noticed how the world worked, he found himself giving them a bit of the taste of their own medicine. It sounded childish, but it was how he was working at the moment until he finds the need to change some things up. He felt his eyes a bit heavy, rubbing at one of them so he can wake himself up a bit.

Olivier pointed at the other male, arching a brow at the little playful gesture the other was doing and let out a small chuckle. "Uh huh. As if a psychologist needs to feel smarter." He teases the older man a bit and presses his lips together, raising his brows. He looked at the other male quickly and blinked at his comment. "I might not seem like I need you, doctor. But I do..." He frowned a bit. "I'm still here because of psychologists. They gave me the tools to keep myself up. I also feel a bit lighter in my heart knowing that I can pay a guy to hear me out." He laughs softly, teasing himself this time.

Olivier certainly had a horrible morning today, the train station was filled with people, he basically felt the need to run outside. He actually felt like running out of his own skin, but that wasn't really possible. He shoved pass the sea of people carelessly, because inside, he was absolutely losing it. He felt his breath heavy, it's been a while since he's had one of these little attacks. But he kept his head up and proud, he also fought back his tears; his legs shaky, but once he was up the elevator, he took deep breaths, looking away from the crowd to not freak himself out even more.

He stretched out his arms and yawned before sitting up completely straight and nodding while listening to the other speak. He had the tendency to do that while listening. Though, he could not believe the other was actually opening up to a patient like him, not that he minded. He felt the doctor was much more.. humanized now. And, maybe -- just maybe -- that was what he needed. Olivier brushed his messy hair back, not that it did much of a difference.

Olivier furrowed his brows and swallowed thickly as he glanced away from the older male, nodding at the other's questions and then pressed his lips together. Olivier has always been one that if he's stuck with a person, might as well try to get used to them quickly. He knew Jaejoong was good at his job, but it was only 'cause he knew how his job can be a bit repetitive, he sought out other ways to make the patient speak. And, for a man who's been taking this help for a long time... He needed a bit of a change.

ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ sᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ʟɪғᴇ // ᴋᴊᴡ & ᴏᴏ

Olivier visited this hospital way too much. The nurses were starting to greet him like if they knew a single thing about him and, needing to be more human. He'd have to give an awkward single wave to them. They haven't even exchanged names, but he'd rather not be the one to burst the bubble of someone's who's aiming for a quick friendship, especially when he himself would hate to be on the other end of that train.

Olivier frowns a bit at the realization of his own words. He knew anxiety mainly mental, he just never noticed how he kept blaming himself for everything instead of making an effort to get better. He took a deep breath and then listened in on what his doctor had to say. The french kept a straight face while he nodded, listening to the other's wise words and licked his lip, as he kept his eyes locked on the one who stood up and went around the desk.

Eɴᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀs ﹣ Cʜʀɪsᴛɪᴀɴ ﹠ Sᴇʜᴜɴ

He woke up early that morning, he was, at this point, getting used to being an early bird. It was either that, or no job at all. Much to Olivier's dismay, he had to dress formal. He was going to a meeting with a company's board of directors for an installment that they contracted him for. He walked over to his work station, stretching out his limbs before he searched his computer for the prints he was going to the meeting with, making sure the board and the engineers will approve of his work.

Olivier felt the other's eyes on him. As he grew up, he'd always have eyes on him, he just felt like it's human tendency to observe how others react, interact or live. In this case it was the other's job, so he looked at the carpet under him and pressed his lips together before he looked up while he heard the other speak. He swallowed thickly, rolling his eyes a bit, not because of the other, but just at the thought of having to start all over again. He felt the need to sit up staight once the other stood up, resting his arms at their proper rests as he read the words addressed. He was silent these past minutes, even at times where he should have spoken up. He was more preoccupied by thoughts. He, then looked at the other and flashed one of his minuscule smiles.

(cont.) Grabbing a black cardigan and putting it on his white shirt, he opened the door with a smile slightly bigger and brighter than usual. “Olivier?” he hoped he addressed the young man the right name and went back behind his desk, motioning the patient to sit down on either of the chairs in front of him.

Olivier sunk in his chair as he waited, before glancing over at the sound of the door opening. The professional’s bright smile was mirrored back with the most minuscule of smiles as he wondered if psychologist honestly smiled like that or if it's required. He got up and walked into the office with a hand in his pocket, shutting the door behind him before he walked over and took the chair right in front of the doctor. Olivier looked at the doctor straight in the eye with a slight frown for a moment, before he laced his fingers between each other and placed them over his lap, looking down while he played with his thumbs.