Tramel Fitzgerald.
Tick. tick. tick. tick. tick. The sound of the clock just made the longing silence in the room even more dreadful. Along with the autonomous bouncing of his leg the sudden impulse to just get up and leave the warm and inviting room sounded like a better idea than expressing his very obvious concerns. The constant bouncing of his leg was quickly halted when he noticed Madeline shoot a 'stop before i rip your leg off' on top of her already annoyed expression. Inwardly sighing he knew small talk was not going to make this awkwardness manageable at best. Mel couldn't contain his anxiety anymore, making eye contact with his friend who he was grateful for sparing some time to work with him and his pregnant ex in becoming the parents that don't try to rip each others throats out before the baby even arrives, "Dette the silence is killing me can you please say something before I rip my hair out??" he looked at her with eager concern and stress. Mel really just wanted to get this session over with even though he was the one who requested it to keep his sanity in check.
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