Sunspot gets ranted at for 409 words - Gold badge

“SUNSPOT. OH QUEENS.” Synth burst into Sunspot’s living room.

“Yeah Synth?” Sunspot looked up from where he had been working with some plants.

“DID. DID I TAKE ADVANTAGE OF WYRM. OH GOD.” Synth started pacing the room. “I’M AN AWFUL VESPIRE. AAAAUUUUUGHHHH!” He sank down into a puddle on the floor whining and crying the whole way down.

“Synth. You aren’t his therapist.” Sunspot looked at the younger vespire. “Hell, I spent more time awake with Wyrm for the first few weeks than you did.”

“BUT! BUT I WAS HIS SUPPORT SYSTEM! WHAT IF HE LEARNS I THINK HES CUTE AND hic FEELS OBLIGATED TO LIKE ME????” Synth wormed his way along the floor to grab Sunspot’s tail and drape it over his eyes where he continued to wail.

“Synth. Kid. He has other friends. Heck, he’s gotten to the point where he willingly re-enters the rift to do what he has decided his job to be. You two have spent time apart, but he still comes to look for you.” Sunspot patted the top of Synth’s head. “Of course, this is something that I would be worried about if I wasn’t his therapist. And apparently yours now. You were his living weighted blanket that I trusted to be able to reassure him. Now, if I had taken your role, and been his primary therapist, then yeah. Yeah, that would have been… bad. If I were in your position. Luckily, I’m happily taken, you hold no power over him, except what he allows, and honestly, if I thought this was bad I would have done something.”

Sunspot raised an eyebrow at Synth.

“Unless there is something that neither of you told me that is horrible such as, I don’t know. You have been attempting to give him unregulated mental health assistance, or you, I don’t know, are threatening him to date you.”

Synth sniffled from the floor.

“Do you believe me?” Sunspot asked, raising his tail so that he could see Synth’s full face.

“Well. I guess so. I won’t tell him though, I… I don’t want to pressure him at all.”

“A good idea. Now, either help me with these herbs or go bother Gayblast.”

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“Hey Sunspot?”

“Yeah Wyrm?”

“Outside of our, you know, therapy talks, uh could you still give me some life advice? Or more like social advice.”

“Of course, Wyrm. I’m mostly just a friend.”

“Synth is really cute. … Sunspot? Sunspot stop laughing.”