I'm Not Who Everyone Thinks I Am

This is ridiculous.
I have to get out of here.

The only window is barred.
Seriously?

Crap, someone's knocking on the door.
I guess I'll go open it, I have nothing to lose at this point.

What do you want?
Just because I opened the door for you does not mean I'm going to be nice about it.

Well, hi to you too.
I'm your new therapist, Brian.
My new therapist?
He looks like a senior in high school.

Okay... so what do you want?
He smells really good.
Not that I'm like, sniffing him or anything.

Just came to say hello.
You're my first ever patient.
Good for you.
And I care because?

Great... so is there something else you needed?
I wonder when my first session with him will be?

Alright, I know this is kind of an awkward question, but do you mind if I have a smoke in here?
What kind of a therapist are you?

Um... sure, I guess.
But there's a camera up there, just so you know.
What the hell is going on?

No problem.
What is he doing?
Turning the camera to face the wall?
Smart thinking.

Now he's just smoking a cigarette, and there's a weird silence.
Okay, now he's stamping it out and picking it up.
And putting in his pocket.
And turning the camera back around.
And heading for the door.
You're going already?
HOLD ON.
I did not just think that.

Thanks for that. You're not technically allowed to smoke in this place, so I had to find somewhere.
I swear, I'm quitting tomorrow.
I'll see you tomorrow morning, at 9:00.
Night.
He leaves before I can even say goodbye.

Well, shit.

I am attracted to my therapist.