"I'm telling Dr. Skinner on you!" Eric threw a pick at Ian.

"But you are legitimately out of tune, my dude. Vi, tell Dr. Skinner that his guitar quite literally needs a tune up."

Violet rolled her eyes. Ian raised an eyebrow. "You did reschedule your appointment, right? No skipping this time?"

"Yes," she said, exasperated. "Wednesday, 10:30, arrive fifteen minutes early to fill out insurance forms."

Eric laughed. "How convenient! My appointment ends at 10 on Wednesday, and if you're not in the waiting room when that's over I'll just start calling you until you're there."

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Violet buried her head in her hands. "And what, pray tell, am I supposed to tell him?"

Trevor snorted. "Considering that homeboy legit told the doc he stabbed a bear-sized spider and didn't fire him as a patient on the spot, I think you're good."

That was apparently news to Louis. "Geebus dude. That's some aggressive candor."

Eric strode over to Violet and put a hand on her back. "He's a decent shrink. And I do feel a bit better, so like, just try."

"Fiiiine. I will try."