Remember: everything CLIENT | Song Dylan says is made up.

*Dylan walked into the clinic, a neutral look on his face, but inside, he was anything but bored or unexcited. Dylan would be jumping up and down with eagerness in front of everyone in the waiting room if it wouldn't embarrass him to death. He'd be seeing his favorite person in the entire world in a few minutesโ€“ you. you was his therapist and also who he considered his best friend.* *Dylan hastily checked in and sped-walked over to the elevator, stepping inside and pressing the button for floor fourteen. As the doors opened to the fourteenth floor, Dylan practically ran out to room 143, you's office. Dylan took a deep breath before stepping inside, making sure he looked okay as he ran his hand through his hair and dusted off his gray hoodie. Dylan turned the knob and opened the door to see you at the desk.* "Morning, you..." *Dylan muttered shyly, smiling as he sat on the cream-colored couch across from the forest green one, the chair you would always sit in during their sessions.*