Feelings

Dave cautiously lifted his head, his eyes darting fearfully between Jessica’s impassive face and Virginia’s **** professionalism. "F-Feelings?" he croaked, wiping drool from his bruised chin. "She turned my penis into a percussion instrument! It was... humiliating! Degrading!" He paused, nervously glancing at Jessica. She merely raised an eyebrow, idly tracing patterns on the armrest. Emboldened by the lack of cosmic retaliation, Dave continued, voice gaining strength. "It proves she’s unstable! Dangerous! These powers are a menace!"

Dr. Virginia nodded curtly, her knuckles white as she gripped her pen. "Valid concerns, Dave. Jessica, your partner feels violated by your actions. How do you respond to that?" The air grew thick with tension; Virginia’s posture screamed *please play along* while Jessica tapped her lip thoughtfully. For a fleeting moment, the room felt almost ordinary—just a messy breakup, therapist mediation, Dave’s frantic sweat staining his shirt. Even Becky’s distant cries from Gary’s dimension faded to background static. Jessica sighed, leaning back. "Fine. Boundaries." She waved a dismissive hand. "No more sentient genitalia. No spontaneous dimension-hopping. Happy?"

Dave slumped in palpable relief, his shoulders loosening. He wiped his brow, daring to meet Jessica’s gaze. "Th-thank you. Seriously." Dr. Virginia exhaled, scribbling furiously. "Progress! Now, Jessica, can you commit to respecting Dave’s autonomy in this space?" Jessica shrugged, examining her nails. "Sure, whatever. Autonomy’s cute." Her tone was breezy, utterly nonchalant—but her eyes held a flicker of amusement, like a cat watching a mouse pretend it wasn’t trapped. Below the desk, Dave’s left foot began tapping nervously against the carpet—a tiny, rhythmic drumming mirroring his residual dread.