McDonald’s Therapy

“Are you like, ok?”

Key watched as Darragh stared deeply into his coffee. He had been quiet the whole way here, a lot quieter than he usually was, and it was throwing Key off majorly.

“No…” Darragh moped, stirring his coffee slowly and sadly. It was making Key depressed just looking at him.

“Want a fry?” Key asked, wiggling a fry in front of his face, “Go on, I know every depressed person would kill like, seven people for a fry.”

Darragh stared at the fry being wiggled at him, smiling a little as Key made ghost-like noises to tempt him into taking it. He finally did, shoving it into his mouth like he hadn’t eaten in years.

“Woah, I know you’re like, depressed as fuck right now, but calm down, the fry isn’t going anywhere.”

“Sorry, I just,” Darragh sighed, “I think I upset Harley. We were having a moment—“

“A moment?”

“I don’t know what to call it, ok!” Darragh chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as he took a deep breath out, “He was trying to comfort me, I was upset, but then I just stood him up! Just up and left…”

“How bad was the stand up?” Key asked, shoving another fry into their mouth, “Like on a scale of 0 to 10 — 0 being not that bad and 10 being life changingly, horribly irreversible.”

“That’s a bit dramatic…”

“Where are we on the scale?”

“Uh, maybe a 5? Or maybe a 6? Although it was pretty bad…”

“Yikes,” Key took a long sip of their drink, “I think what you two need is a date.”

Darragh had decidedly picked the wrong time to take a drink of his coffee, because what Key said caught him so off guard he almost started choking on it. Key snorted a little, when they saw Darragh was gonna be ok.

“A date?” Darragh squeaked, “I haven’t been on a date in years…”

“You've been on one at all?”

“Of course! I’m not that bad!” Darragh scratched his chin, “You guys don’t think I’m that bad, right?”

Key slowly ate another fry, “I also don’t mean like a date your parents would go on,” Darragh flinched at the wording, “Like, take him to a shitty diner or something. I think you just have to make sure he really knows you appreciated that moment you had, or whatever.”

“Are you sure that would work?”

“I mean, Harley isn’t tough to cheer up. One time when he was sad I just really badly sung Kesha until he perked right up.”

“So, if I take him to a diner and just make him feel appreciated, will he forgive me?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Darragh hummed to himself, taking another sip of his coffee when he thought it to be safer, “Thanks, Key.”

“Of course, bro, anything for my favourite sibling-friend.”

“Am I not your only sibling-friend?”

“Don’t think about it too much,” Key stuck out their tongue, which Darragh smiled at.