Jun 27, 2025
“THERAPIST!!!” An agitating voice comes from the spiders doorway, office flying open, before none other than Peter b. Parker flops down on his chair.
“Help me. Somehow.” He huffs, sighing dramatically. Mayday is strapped to his chest.
- @peter-b-parkerr
The therapist’s lenses widen for a second at the sudden entrance, then relaxing with a sigh. “You don’t need to barge in .”
He shifts his glasses into place, sitting up straighter. “But hi, Peter .. what seems to be the problem, exactly?”
