[The fact that Louis plays along rather than asking him why he's being so dodgy helps put him at ease, a little. And he leans in when motioned to, nodding when he's asked to follow to the office.]
[The technicality of "he has textbooks in his room that he reads a lot". Very dependable and trustworthy!! He'll motion for Bakugo to follow, though, bringing him over to one of the hotel's elevators.]
While we make our way there... why not tell me what has you looking for a therapist in the first place?
[Katsuki repeats that under his breath, but he doesn't linger on it. Deciding to follow, hands shoved in hoodie pocket.
He's hesitant to tell Louis anything outrightly, but ultimately decides to. In a hushed voice.]
The reason I'm here is 'cuz I've been laying in bed for days and it ain't like me. But... I saw something that I just can't get out of my fuckin' head. And every time I try to think of something else it just comes right back.
Mmm... I have an idea of what happened, yes. I managed to avoid the majority of it, personally. I take it, then, that you were witness to something particularly difficult?
[So, y'know... trauma? It was traumatic? Just accept that it was traumatic, Katsuki, that's so much easier for you --]
["Apparently" because a part of him still doesn't want to believe it.]
When I got sent here, I was in the middle of a war. I had just won my own battle, and I've been wondering what happens next. If I make it out alright or if my friends do.
[Already, Louis's making mental notes of what exactly Bakugo could slot into - the different labels and conditions that could apply - but more than that... He's also thinking nice and deep on the implications of what the other's just said. "In the middle of a war", "what happens next", "never wanna go back home".]
... It must have been something devestating, then. To make you never wish to return. Do you have anyone close enough, someone whom you trust, that you could talk to? Or is that why you're seeking a therapist?
Bear in mind - I'm not asking to try and shirk you onto your friends or family. It's just important to know if you have others to support you outside of our discussions.
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Office? You're one of 'em?
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[The technicality of "he has textbooks in his room that he reads a lot". Very dependable and trustworthy!!
He'll motion for Bakugo to follow, though, bringing him over to one of the hotel's elevators.]
While we make our way there... why not tell me what has you looking for a therapist in the first place?
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[Katsuki repeats that under his breath, but he doesn't linger on it. Deciding to follow, hands shoved in hoodie pocket.
He's hesitant to tell Louis anything outrightly, but ultimately decides to. In a hushed voice.]
The reason I'm here is 'cuz I've been laying in bed for days and it ain't like me. But... I saw something that I just can't get out of my fuckin' head. And every time I try to think of something else it just comes right back.
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Once the elevator's door closes behind them, however, he's alright with leaning in again so he can keep his own voice hushed for the other's comfort.]
Ah, I understand... was that sight something traumatic for you?
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[Katsuki says that as he thinks for a moment, his left hand reaching up to fiddle with his blonde locks as he does.]
That's not... it's more... ugh.
[Hard to really describe, honestly.]
Y'know... that memory stuff that happened recently...?
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I take it, then, that you were witness to something particularly difficult?
[So, y'know... trauma? It was traumatic? Just accept that it was traumatic, Katsuki, that's so much easier for you --]
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Yeah. A vision from the future... apparently.
["Apparently" because a part of him still doesn't want to believe it.]
When I got sent here, I was in the middle of a war. I had just won my own battle, and I've been wondering what happens next. If I make it out alright or if my friends do.
[There's still a lot he doesn't know, honestly.]
What I saw... makes me wanna never go back home.
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He's also thinking nice and deep on the implications of what the other's just said. "In the middle of a war", "what happens next", "never wanna go back home".]
... It must have been something devestating, then. To make you never wish to return.
Do you have anyone close enough, someone whom you trust, that you could talk to? Or is that why you're seeking a therapist?
Bear in mind - I'm not asking to try and shirk you onto your friends or family. It's just important to know if you have others to support you outside of our discussions.
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[Of course a few people come to mind, and the blonde nods a little bit. Fussing more with his hair as he talks.]
Ah, yeah. I've got my boyfriend, and my dad. Cole's like a brother to me, too.
[He's sure Louis has met Cole by now, so he doesn't feel the need to explain who he is in full.]
I've told my partner already, and he's been trying to help. He read to me and stayed in bed with me when it was hard to leave.
And Dad doesn't know anything, but he's already visited and tried to cheer me up.