Hux loathed having Kylo Ren in his mental health counseling master's program. Kylo was one of those students who thought that desperately needing to be in therapy would make him a good therapist. He managed to turn every class discussion into his own therapy session.
Rey was wearing the standard uniform of a Female Therapist - a loose blouse and slacks in colors that managed to be aggressively neutral, and an eternity scarf in multiple jewel tones. She hung on Professor Skywalker's every word and scribbled notes furiously.
Poe and Finn always sat together, representing a united front as members of the drama therapy and art therapy specializations. Poe's examples of drama therapy directives involved too much... touching for Hux to ever consider using it in his own future practice. Finn's art therapy directives weren't so bad -- the cheerful young man showed a surprising aptitude for fusing the interpretative approach of art psychoanalysis and the process-based approach of art-as-therapy. Currently, Finn was doodling some sort of spaceship battle on his notes while Poe chugged coffee and made dramatic eyerolls every time Kylo opened his mouth.
Hux would have been rolling his eyes too, but he firmly believed in behaving as professionally in class as he would behave with future clients.
"I understand the example case that we're discussing," said Kylo, "but in my family, when my parents triangulate against me in an argument, I feel that..."
Hux closed his eyes and fantasized about having majored in something that didn't involve feelings. Like physics or chemistry. Fuck, even political science if it meant not having to be regaled with yet another tale of Kylo Ren's Multigenerational Family Drama.
ANOTHER MINI FILL FROM BARISTA ANON
Rey was wearing the standard uniform of a Female Therapist - a loose blouse and slacks in colors that managed to be aggressively neutral, and an eternity scarf in multiple jewel tones. She hung on Professor Skywalker's every word and scribbled notes furiously.
Poe and Finn always sat together, representing a united front as members of the drama therapy and art therapy specializations. Poe's examples of drama therapy directives involved too much... touching for Hux to ever consider using it in his own future practice. Finn's art therapy directives weren't so bad -- the cheerful young man showed a surprising aptitude for fusing the interpretative approach of art psychoanalysis and the process-based approach of art-as-therapy. Currently, Finn was doodling some sort of spaceship battle on his notes while Poe chugged coffee and made dramatic eyerolls every time Kylo opened his mouth.
Hux would have been rolling his eyes too, but he firmly believed in behaving as professionally in class as he would behave with future clients.
"I understand the example case that we're discussing," said Kylo, "but in my family, when my parents triangulate against me in an argument, I feel that..."
Hux closed his eyes and fantasized about having majored in something that didn't involve feelings. Like physics or chemistry. Fuck, even political science if it meant not having to be regaled with yet another tale of Kylo Ren's Multigenerational Family Drama.