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Jack sends Levi Tius a text message the next day after the therapy session
“Not sure that doing this again is a good idea. I don’t think it’s helping.”
Shortly afterwards, she gets a text back:
“I would disagree but it’s up to you. Do you mind if I call?”
Jack replies:
“OK. I’ll call you in about 20mins.”
Roughly 20-30mins later, Jack calls Tius back. When the call connects, he can hear the sound of a rough diesel engine in the background and the wind as if she’s standing in the open outside.
“Hey, how are you doing?”
“Fine. On my way to Manchester.” she replies, in a voice that is a bit abrupt to be actually fine.
After a pause she continues, “You?”
“Yeah I’m good.” Tius’ voice is concerned, “So why do you think these sessions aren’t helping?”
“Just.. I don’t know. It still feels the same. Or maybe worse. I’m wasting your time.”
Levi Tius replies in a patient tone, “Rome wasn’t built in a day, these things will take time but you’ve already shown a massive improvement. Last night you took a walk arm in arm with a Tremere, many wouldn’t do that. You had assessed the danger but not let it control you. You were calm as they began their drills, it was unfortunate that it brought memories so fresh to the fore but you kept in control.
If you are feeling worse then of course we can stop but dealing with trauma isn’t going to be easy and I would really like us to continue.
All things going well we have an infinite amount of time, how can we waste it?”
There is a long pause at the other end of the line, then “Okay. Maybe. Once I get back to Glasgow.”
“Good.” Tius sounds pleased, “Let me know if you need any muscle in Manchester and I can be there.”
Jack snorts in amusement, “More muscle is probably not what I need. Fire suppressant foam maybe.”
Tius laughs, “Well I can put out those too.”
“Okay, I gotta go” Jack says with a smile back in her voice, “I’ll talk when I get back.”
“Speak soon, safe journey.”
Then Jack hangs up.
