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"Oh, yes, I can see it now," he retorted with sarcasm. "'My boyfriend is from 1940's London and a deadly vampire killer who's probably seen more horror than most mortals can take. He's cheating on his undead boyfriend with me but that's okay because I love him. Oh, and did I mention he's the emo from hell?'" Yeah, like a counselor's gonna buy that. She'll probably just give me holy water and some Zoloft and call it a day."

Pip raised an eyebrow. "Any other counselor? Yes. You would get that response. This is freaking Fandom. The mayor is a dog thing. You're a mutant. There are at least three vampires running around the town. We up to our necks in people who wouldn't look out of place in a science-fiction, fantasy, or millitary thriller novel ~~OMG, META! PIP HAS UNCOVERED THE SECERT OF FANDOM HIGH~~.

"If she's been here for two days, she'll believe you. Hell, if her interview process involved meeting Dean Zordon, she'll believe you." He grinned, sympathetically. "If it makes you feel any better, I'm thinking about going to talk to her myself."

"Why, what issues do you have?"

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Pip shrugged. "Lately? Bad dreams." He tapped the left side of his head. He might be indicating his head or his eyepatch. It's hard to tell.

That got his attention. "Like Walter?" he asked.

Pip frowned. "No... it's a little different, I think. I'm having bad dreams that I've had before. It's kind of an ongoing problem. Walter's are kind of new and, I'll be honest, I have no idea what they mean." He took another drag. "Has he told you about them?"

"No...not yet. I confronted him about them, but he's avoding the issue." He sighed and glumly finished his cereal. "Maybe he'll tell me someday, if I'm just patient and supportive."

Pip sighed and stared at his now cold soup. "Do you want to know?" he asked. "Because if you ask, I'll tell you. But this is a one time offer. If you don't take it now, you can't ask me about it later."

Yes, I want to know

But shouldn't I wait for Walter...?

But I don't have to tell him you know, unless he asks. This way, I'll know why he tosses and turns at night!

But what about trust? Aren't you supposed to trust someone you love, even if it hurts?

Victor's internal struggle was obvious. Eventually, though, he came to a decision. He hoped he was making the right one.

"No. When Walter wants me to know, he'll let me know. Thanks, though."

Pip nodded. "Probably the best choice in the end. Still, think about talking to the counselor. If nothing else, she's paid to sit and listen to us bitch about our problems. We should make the woman earn her keep, right?"

Victor smiled for the first time in minutes. "Yeah...maybe I'll check her out. But not like that. That's your job, Mister Hetero."

Pip pointed at Victor with his cigarette, grinning. "That's Captain Hetero, soldier. And don't you forget it!"

"Really, now? I don't wanna know who your Private is, then." Because you know a 14-year-old would totally say that.

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