Remus was sat with Virgil and Dee in Virgil's apartment around the table, eating cereal.

"So, there's this gig up at the Old Town Hall and they said they want me playing there! How cool is that?!" Remus smiled.

"No way! That's great!" Dee smiled.

Virgil grinned, "that's awesome! This might be the big break you needed!"

Remy swaggered into the apartment, "I have just found, the best mattress in the world!" He moaned, sitting down, taking Dee's bowl and eating the cereal.

"Oh yeah? How so?" Remus asked as Dee dragged the bowl back to him.

"Well, it's like a cloud and it's like silk! The best thing ever and it's always cool!"

Dee sighed dreamily, "that does sound heavenly."

Roman walked out from his room, "really? Cereal in the afternoon?"

"Well we are in our twenties and clinically depressed." Virgil said, he would never get tired of Romans banter and he would joke back, that held some form of cynical truth.

"Now kiddo, don't joke about depression." Patton said from the TV, "it's not funny."

Logan sighed, putting down his book, "clearly reading is over with."

Patton and Logan walked over, to hear what was being said about a mattress and a gig.

Emile suddenly walked into his friends apartment, not his, his friends, his brief case in his hand.

"Do guys just hate their romantic partners?" He asked suddenly.

Roman looked up, "oh my, I didn't realise we where having a house gathering!"

"What do ya mean?" Remy asked.

"Well, my patient-" Emile paused, "cereal in the afternoon?"

The three emo like males glared.

"Anyway! My patient has book now three couple therapy sessions and the boyfriend hasn't shown up to either of them! It was a single session for him today! He doesn't put the work in! He argues and he-!" Emile groaned, "I swear, their relationship is a Malachite!"

The group gasped in shock and horror.

"And I just feel so bad for not being able to help him more! There's only so much I can do!" Emile sat down tiredly.

Remy sat next to Emile, "you'll figure it out!" He wrapped his arm around Emilie's shoulder, "you're Emile Picani!"

"Right now I feel like an idiot." He sighed.

"Well at least you don't look like one!" Roman said, making everyone stare at him, "bad timing. I realised as soon as it came out of my mouth."

"Hey doc."

"Greetings Elliott! Now have you had that chat with Mitchell?" Emile asked, holding up his notebook.

The person in front of him was Elliott, who is non-binary, they wore a large jacket and black nail polish and had eyeshadow on.

"I have actually! He's apologised to me and he..." Elliott blushed and held out his hand.

"Is that an engagement ring?" Emile asked, shocked.

"It is!" Elliott gushed, "he apologised and said he'd been planning this for a while and... I said yes!"

Emile couldn't exactly say he didn't like the idea and instead smiled, "that's great! So you two feel more close and connected now?"

"Yeah, he agreed and said he would try harder! We're marrying in a couple of days!"

"Couple of days?" Emile asked for clarification.

"It's great Emile! Finally we're going to be happy!"

The therapist nodded, "that's great Emile."