#Chapter60
/"No,/" Isaac agreed, /"But my pet Daddy does. Isn't that what he exists for? To bow beneath my every whim and desire?/"
Faintly, Ronan heard Deacon's protest in the background, and it ended up with Isaac letting out a booming laugh that resonated through the speaker. Then it dried up. /"Seriously. What's up?/"
The weight that burdened him, anchored him down, it felt like the chance to unload. He didn't. Couldn't. Isaac had his own problems, and he'd fall apart completely before he had a hand in undoing any of his hard work. Isaac didn't do well with stress, worry or feelings in general, so he wasn't about to leave him stressing over him.
/"I . . ../" He swallowed hard. Toyed with the words that had almost fell. /"I was wondering what made you decide to try therapy?/"
