Dr. Hess felt the tension in the air having his hand quickly discarded from Kari’s shoulder. He knew instantly from just that small helpful gesture that there was a strong hold of possessive nature in this relationship. Again this was nothing new to him from his prior knowledge of working with many PTSD patients. What little bit of raw human emotions that were exhibited after leaving the horrid battle fields and combat missions usually turned into a feeling of ownership. Most relationships couldn’t survive the barrage and onslaught of sheer jealousy and oneness.<br/><br/>He perched comfortably on the desk eying the young man in front of him. Not knowing  if he would uncross his arms and try to attack him which was not uncommon, or share with him. Larry was impressed with Nate’s openness about the firearms he possessed. Most would have straight-out  lied about such a thing. This was actually a good sign from Nate, showing that he had intentions of looking for help. His demeanor was a bit suspect almost as if he was bragging or rehearsed his answers. Dr. Hess was also a bit skeptical that only Kari had the combination to the safe, but all in all satisfied with the answer.<br/><br/>Dr. Hess could also see the paranoia, the fear of the unknown that beseeched him as Nate’s eyes spied again the contents of the room. The uneasiness of the subject matter made Nate tense, the veins in his forearms and biceps expanding.  Pushing his long hair back away from his face so his peripheral vision wasn’t limited. Only taking very short shallow breaths as he expressed his torn thoughts out loud.<br/><strong><br/> Maybe it's the soldier inside of me, but I imagine the enemies I've shot and killed coming back with a vengeance.</strong><br/><br/>Not wanting to expand or divulge anything further Nate quickly answered the last question with a firm<strong>NO</strong>. A brief smile held back from the lips of Dr. Hess.<br/><br/>Larry was comfortable with the answers for now and walked back around his desk. Peering in the folder and seeing Nathan Daniels was a decorated Special Forces veteran.<br/>Dr. Hess didn’t have anything more than a brief medical history and TIS (time in service) on Nathan as most Special Forces documents were highly classified. That didn’t mean Larry would be denied access to his files, he would just have to request them privately.<br/><br/>Nate returned to form and just sat there. Larry scoped out his DD214 and acknowledged his accomplishments.<br/><br/>“Y’know Nate, None of us ever lose the soldier inside of us and we don’t expect you to. You seen and done things that people couldn’t imagine, the movies cant even express the images in your head. I wont lie to you, those will never leave, everyone whose been in your shoes sees those same images, we just have to find a way to suppress them and not lash out." These words weren’t new to Nate. He probably heard them a thousand times since he’s been back. He just remained there his feet planted like they were in concrete and his mind a million miles away.<br/><br/>Dr. Hess made a few brief pencil notations in his file. “ Thank you Nate for your honesty and for your service to our Country. Shall we bring..( Larry had seen so many people today his mind was exhausted and clouded, he glanced back to the folder to retrieve her name again. “..Kari back in or is there something else you wish to discuss.<br/><br/>Nate was in another place at the moment. If anything else was to come from this interview it would probably come from his spouse.  Larry opened the door to see Kari sitting, her long legs crossed at the knee, and leaning back her fingers walking the pages of the magazine resting on her lap, appearing more comforted than she did anytime she was in the company of Nathan. Almost a shocked look on her face as she turned to see Dr. Hess walking up to her.<br/><br/>“Kari? I’m sorry for that, sometimes men just need to talk first. He’s a little edgy, I guess that can be expected. He’s been through a lot and so have you I’m sure. Why don’t I give you two a minute alone and I.. “<br/><br/>My God she was pretty. Her red hair cascading down over her meek shoulders. Her brown eyes so vibrant and reminiscent that they were once full of life.  Her pleasant girlish smile as she lay down the magazine. Larry noticed the bruising on her arms again but didn’t say anything. She knew he saw them too, but there was no way to disguise them.<br/><br/>Larry gathered his thoughts again. “..I’ll just uh..need to go down here for a moment..I’ll be right in.”<br/>