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“No.” I frown. “Should we?”
Dr. Singh tilts his chin. “I don’t know. Does it feel like something you need closure on?”
“I don’t want to trigger him.”
“Trigger him?” Dr. Singh shakes his head slowly, his eyebrows pulled together. “Jake, it sounds as if it was your consent in question that night, not his.”
I stare at the man, wondering if he’s lost his fucking mind. “No. It was Casey that was forced to be naked and crawling around and warming my cock.”
“No,” he says carefully. “It was Casey’s decision to do those things. It was you who didn’t want it.”
“I-” I pause. Is that true? I really didn’t want to bring Casey that night, but the boy had been adamant. He all but stomped his foot and demanded, not caring that I really didn’t want to have to add being Casey’s owner to the list of shit I had on my shoulders that night. “It wasn’t like that. He didn’t take my consent.”
“If you say so, then okay. But you also didn’t take his. So, it sounds like that night wasn’t nonconsensual for either of you after all.”
“I… guess not.”
Dr. Singh glances down at his notes before asking, “Do you want to talk about what else happened that night?”
Any relief I may have felt with the recent revelation vanishes. “Not particularly, no.”
“Have you spoken with Maison about it?”
“No.” I hold up a hand. “And before you say anything, I know I need to. That’s definitely something I think we’ll both want closure on. But I’m not there yet.”
“I completely understand. However, I will warn you that he may be approaching you sooner rather than later. It’s something he’s struggling with.”
I nod. “I suppose that’s fair.”
“Mmm.” Dr. Singh puts his pen down and rests his elbow on his desk, his chin propped up on his closed fist. He studies me for a lot longer than I would like before asking, “What has you worried about Casey?”
“Hmm?”
“You kept zoning out because of Casey. I sidetracked us by asking my questions, but I’d like to redirect now. What are you specifically worrying about regarding the young man?”
I shift in my seat, not sure if I’m betraying Casey by talking about him here. Then again, I might go completely insane with worry if I don’t unload on someone, and at least Dr. Singh is bound by confidentiality. My friends wouldn’t be the same. They’d want to get involved. “He’s refusing to see the doctor.”
Dr. Singh doesn’t seem surprised. “He isn’t the first survivor to do that. Definitely won’t be the last, either.”
“But… why?”
“The reasons vary.” He tilts his head and frowns. “Did you ask him what his reason is?”
“No. He was clearly upset by the whole topic. I didn’t want it to feel like I was pushing him.”
Dr. Singh turns his attention to his notes, flipping a few pages before frowning. “He was under the care of a doctor when you picked him up from DuGray, yes?”
I scoff. “If you can call that fucker a doctor.”
“Mmm.”
I wait for him to say something else.
He doesn’t.
And then it clicks, and I feel like an absolute fucking idiot. “He’s afraid of doctors now.”
“That’d be a good guess, yes.”
