Normally Hunter just went sugar, but after his session today, he was feeling it. "All of the above," he replied, shifting in his seat a little. It was obvious the apartment had just been moved into because there were no personal touches yet. There was still a few boxes here and there that would need unpacking, and there were no photos around. It was just an apartment with people in it so far. It was nice, though, and not all that dissimilar to his own but this was just a lot bigger. He had opted for something smaller with a single room so he didn't need to move around too much. The bathroom already had rails in it in case he had bad days, and the block had a concierge and elevator, because there would be no battling large flights of steps yet. "I wouldn't be opposed to harder than cream too," he had to add wryly.
He was hot in this place, even if the weather was in the cooler months. It was just a hotter climate he had to adjust to and he was down to jeans and a tank top after he took his leather jacket off, and still wore his dog tags around his neck. He also had a prominent tattoo on his toned bicep of the American flag with the US Army motto underneath, 'This We'll Defend'. It seemed beyond ironic to him now when he looked at it. He wasn't going to serve in the Army again and even if his dad was still one of the highest ranking soldiers these days, Hunter felt like he had failed. A lot. It was a lot of what he was trying to work through with his therapy and the psychologist had been trying to coax him to thinking about taking up hobbies or studying something new, but so far it was a hurdle Hunter wasn't ready to face while he was still relatively on the disabled side with a lot of things. "You don't have to do any of this, you know. Bringing home stray patients who sound pathetic enough to make you push the professional boundaries. Although, if anyone asks, I'll just tell them I've known you for years or something. It's not like I'm directly paying for my treatment, so I can't even claim mate's rates. Are you settling in to Miami okay now?"
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He was hot in this place, even if the weather was in the cooler months. It was just a hotter climate he had to adjust to and he was down to jeans and a tank top after he took his leather jacket off, and still wore his dog tags around his neck. He also had a prominent tattoo on his toned bicep of the American flag with the US Army motto underneath, 'This We'll Defend'. It seemed beyond ironic to him now when he looked at it. He wasn't going to serve in the Army again and even if his dad was still one of the highest ranking soldiers these days, Hunter felt like he had failed. A lot. It was a lot of what he was trying to work through with his therapy and the psychologist had been trying to coax him to thinking about taking up hobbies or studying something new, but so far it was a hurdle Hunter wasn't ready to face while he was still relatively on the disabled side with a lot of things. "You don't have to do any of this, you know. Bringing home stray patients who sound pathetic enough to make you push the professional boundaries. Although, if anyone asks, I'll just tell them I've known you for years or something. It's not like I'm directly paying for my treatment, so I can't even claim mate's rates. Are you settling in to Miami okay now?"