Posted April 29, 2021, 11:23 a.m. by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) (Lindsay B)
Of all the languages in her head and at her disposal, of all the words in the galaxy that she could borrow, Faye still felt at a loss for them. But she had known from their first session that her relationship with Zef Rollo would not be like other therapists before. Even with her most trusted ones she still felt like there was a small part of them that was only tolerating her. They were too professional to let it impact their work, and it was good that they had had a solid professional boundary with her.
But if there was ever something that more true now than it ever had been, it was that Faye Calloway needed friends.
That had not always been true, or so she told herself, and in the unfolding that had been going on these last few weeks, she realized she needed them more than ever. Figuring out how to connect with people was not something she had traditionally been very good at, but then again she had hidden so much of herself that it had made that crucial part of being a friend that much more difficult. But murky, messy attempts and all, Faye was trying.
It had taken some great thought on how to proceed with this. Maybe she’d fall flat on her face due to the need for professional boundary, because after all it was typically how it went. But still, Faye went ahead anyway.
Leaving a box with Rollo’s assistant, she asked them to put it on her desk for her. The box was a forty centimetre cube wrapped in a large soft shawl in gentle watercolour swirls of dark purples and pastel blues, the ends tied loosely at the top.
~Faye Calloway
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