#Chapter161
/"I wanted to start therapy,/" Ronan admitted. They'd obliterated the Coke and the empty bottle was being cuddled by Isaac and his Freddy. They'd murdered all the Sour Patch Kids with their teeth too. Spoken for a good long while. /"After what you said, the way you were real with me, I think it's for the best. I asked Raven to come with me to couple's therapy too. I think I might want to do both./"
Isaac nodded gravely. His hand curled tighter around his little nightmare slasher, and he pressed his lips to the top of the keyring's head. /"I hated the idea. I felt like a little bitch. Like I was admitting defeat. But . . ../" He trailed off.
/"But what, babes?/"
