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“Would you bet your life on that?” Alice’s voice drifted over ers rested on the wooden doorway, her words twisting in ut Would I bet my life she wouldn’t blacklist me? That she would leave her petty vendetta alone?

I think I just had

“I’ not to sigh at her words If I had a nickel for every time I’d heard Lenny say that, well… at each other on the Forbes list I’d stopped counting when it beca

At first it hurt, having her threaten to leave me Now it just was I had to adh, because now she mostly threatened while ere at the therapist

Yeah

A therapist If the guys froer crouched on a rooftop avoiding bullets, trying to get the best intel, but here In an office Talking aboutthem to finish a job But that’s not who I was any hts were irrelevant I shouldn’t have even been thinking that…

“Do you see?” Lenny gestured tomy hair in a knot The doc had said I needed to work on ave off a vibe that I didn’t care

I cared

Obviously I cared

I was in fucking couple’s therapy

“You say that every week,” I finally said It was the fifth week Lenny and I had been in counseling We’d started going a few months after my sister, Grace, showed up I hadn’t handled her arrival with nment for GEM, and that had put a thorn in my relationship with Lenny

Another thorn to add to a fucking briar

patch, if ere being honest; it was therapy after all

If you were to look at a guy like ested therapy years before Lenny I didn’t coed, I never found even the smallest blanket Still, the reality of the situation was, as long as I kept ties with GEM, ht

You can’t exactly go on a mission and then talk about how it made you feel

But ere in the present now, and without GEM I didn’t need to keep those pesky little emotions on lock all the time When I came back from that catalytic mission, Lenny was ready to leave et her to stay What really kept her, though, wasto break ties with GEM Still, thorns remained in our relationship Years of lies and deliberate miscommunication made it nearly i to clean up

With fucking therapy

“Well this week I lare

“Sure you do,” I replied, not even trying to mask my irritation Boys who cry wolf and all that shit Lenny had cried “done” more times than I could count

“Do you hear hi to the therapist “Do you see how disrespectful he is?”

“What the fuck a to break up withway to frustration and frustration would break into all-out anger It was the vicious cycle Lenny and I always spun “Which, by the way, you pro”