Make Me Moan Mr Therapist.-Chapter 29: His personal caretaker.

"Welcome to my humble abode!" Alex voiced out with a warm, tired smile as he pushed Gabe’s wheelchair into the large living room.

The living room was modestly decorated, simple but tasteful, with furniture that wasn’t too big or expensive. The space wasn’t enormous, but it carried a quiet charm, perfectly suited for a bachelor. Alex shut the door behind them and pushed Gabe further inside until they were both in the middle of the room.

Oh... so this is where he lives. Gabe thought to himself as his eyes roamed around the place. Not bad at all, though I expected something grander. He’s the world’s number one therapist, after all. But maybe he prefers to live quietly, away from extravagance. Even his office wasn’t that big or luxurious like those of other therapists. His lips curved into a faint, melancholy smile, though his heart felt heavier than he let on. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

"You’re free to do whatever you like. Just make yourself comfortable," Alex said with a warm smile still plastered on his face but that smile faltered the moment he noticed the shift in Gabe’s expression. The sadness in Gabe’s eyes deepened, and before Alex could ask what was wrong, tears began rolling down the younger man’s cheeks.

"What’s with that expression? Did I say or do something wrong?" Alex asked, his tone filled with genuine concern.

Just then, Damien walked into the living room, whistling a cheerful tune as he dragged two of Gabe’s luggage boxes behind him. But the moment he saw Gabe crying, the whistle died on his lips.

"What’s going on here?" Damien asked sharply, his eyes flicking from Gabe to Alex. He walked closer and leaned in, whispering near Alex’s ear, his voice low but accusing. "What the heck did you do to him? I told you bringing him to one of your houses wasn’t the best idea, but you went ahead anyway! And now look.... you’ve made him cry on the first day! You could’ve started by making him laugh, not cry."

"I didn’t do anything to him, Damien," Alex replied immediately, letting out a frustrated sigh. "He just started crying on his own. It’s not like I hit him or yelled at him. His mood just... changed. Yeah, he was a bit quiet on the way here, but not this bad. At least he was still laughing at your stupid jokes even though they weren’t funny."

"Oh, come off it. You don’t need to hit someone before making them cry," Damien shot back, narrowing his eyes. "You forget that your words can sting sometimes. So what did you say this time, huh?"

"For heaven’s sake, I didn’t say anything to him!" Alex exclaimed, raising his hands in exasperation.

"Then pet him," Damien whispered suddenly, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips.

Alex blinked. "Pet him?" he repeated, his brows furrowing in confusion. "Why on earth would I...."

"Just do it," Damien interrupted with a frown, cutting him off before he could protest further. "It’s not going to kill you. Just... make him feel better."

With that, Damien began dragging the luggage boxes up the stairs, leaving Alex and Gabe alone in the living room.

Alex sighed softly and turned his attention back to Gabe. "Hey..." he began gently as he walked over and knelt on one knee in front of him. "Did I... perhaps offend you somehow? If I did, then I’m sorry. Truly."

"You didn’t offend me," Gabe murmured between quiet sobs, wiping at his cheeks even as new tears slipped down. "I just..."

"You just what?" Alex asked, his tone laced with concern. His gaze softened as he took in Gabe’s trembling hands and tear-streaked face. Something in his chest tightened painfully....a strange ache that caught him off guard. He didn’t want to admit it, not even to himself, but seeing Gabe like that hurt.

"I’m just... thankful to you, Alex," Gabe whispered at last. His eyes, still wet with tears, slowly lifted to meet Alex’s. The raw emotion in them nearly undid him. "I never thought you’d bring me to your home. I never thought a therapist I only met a day ago would be the one to save me."

"Oh my goodness, is that the reason you’re crying?" Alex let out a breathy laugh, though relief quickly softened it. "Gabe..." He exhaled, shaking his head as a faint smile crept across his face. "You don’t have to thank me for that. If I didn’t do it, someone else would have. I’m just glad I could help when you needed it most."

"Thank you so much," Gabe said quietly, reaching out suddenly to grab Alex’s hand just as he was about to pull it away. His fingers were warm, trembling slightly. "And I’m sorry... if I’ll be inconveniencing you by being here."

"It’s okay," Alex replied softly, his voice tender now. "You’re not inconveniencing me at all."

Gabe finally released his hand, and Alex rose to his full height, though his gaze lingered on the young man for a long moment....watching as Gabe wiped his tears again, his expression still fragile but calmer now.

"Damien will take all your luggage to your room," Alex said gently, glancing toward the stairs where Damien had disappeared moments earlier. "I’ll also get you a personal maid , someone who’ll help you with all your needs for now, at least until you’re able to sort things out yourself." He paused briefly before adding, "But for tonight, Damien will help you. He’s a doctor, after all, so he knows how to take care of people."

"I don’t want them!" Gabe’s voice cut through the room with sudden intensity, startling Alex so much that his spine stiffened instantly.

Alex blinked in surprise, his brows knitting together. "You don’t want them?" he asked, letting out a small incredulous scoff, his hands finding their way to his waist. "Who exactly don’t you want, Gabe? Damien or the personal caretaker?"

"I don’t want any of them," Gabe said firmly, his tone unwavering despite the tears still clinging to his lashes.

Alex stared at him for a long moment, trying to process the statement. "If you don’t want them," he began carefully, "then who’s going to attend to you? You can’t be alone, Gabe. You still need help moving around." He exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair. "If it’s Damien you don’t feel comfortable with, then fine ..... I’ll cancel that. I understand that he’s alot to handle. I can have your personal male attendant sent here earlier instead. You need someone to assist you, at least for now."

But before he could say more, Gabe bowed his head. His shoulders began to tremble, and within seconds, tears started falling again.... quiet, soundless, but painfully visible.

Alex froze. "Now what is it again?" he muttered under his breath, running a frustrated hand over his face. Then, with a deep sigh, he knelt down before Gabe once more, his tone softening as he looked up at him.

"Hey... what’s wrong this time?" he asked gently. "Do you really hate the idea of having a personal male servant that much?" His voice grew quieter, tinged with concern. "Would you prefer a female attendant instead? I understand if you’ve been through a lot."

Gabe sniffed, shaking his head weakly. "I prefer a male personal helper," he whispered, his voice trembling with emoions. He finally lifted his gaze, his teary eyes locking with Alex’s once again. "I just don’t want anyone else around me except for one person."

"Oh," Alex replied slowly, raising an eyebrow, trying to make sense of the statement. "So you already have someone in mind?" He offered a faint, reassuring smile as he reached out to gently wipe away Gabe’s tears. "Alright then, tell me his name, and I’ll bring him over here. You don’t have to cry over something like that."

Gabe hesitated. His lips parted slightly, and for a brief moment, he seemed unsure if he should say it. But then he whispered, his voice so soft it was almost lost in the air between them:

"That person is you, Alex."

The words hit Alex like a wave of cold water, sending a ripple of shock down his spine. He blinked, certain he had misheard. "Me?" he echoed, his tone caught somewhere between disbelief and nervous laughter.

"Yes, you," Gabe said, his voice steady now despite the tears. "You’re the only one I can trust. The only one I believe can truly take care of me."

Alex froze, staring at him as silence settled thickly in the room. His mind went blank for a moment, then burst into frantic thought.

What the hell did I just get myself into? he thought inwardly, fighting the urge to groan out loud. I’ve never taken care of anyone before! I’m the one who usually gets taken care of!

He exhaled sharply and let out a scoff under his breath. Damn it, he thought, his jaw tightening as he looked at Gabe again. He really wants me to become his caretaker.