George tried. Oh, did he try. As a therapist, it was difficult watching couples go through issues together without being able to find any common ground with which to hold onto. Sometimes, as in with Patrick's case, the best peaceful solution was to just keep away from each other. It was unfortunate, but not everyone was put on this earth to get along with everyone else. "I think the Yankees are going to win this year." George knew very well that the Yankees played baseball and didn't go to Super Bowl's, but he liked yanking Patrick's chain when it came to sports.
"Oh, you mean beam me up, Scotty, over there?" George nodded. He remembered the conversation he'd had with Ariella just a few days prior. Of course, that was all to be kept between them through the doctor-patient confidentiality that existed. There was a fine line between spilling the beans on everything you knew about a person from therapy sessions and just straight up lying. George walked the line. He was good at it. "And the blonde Ken doll who came with the evil doctor?" Him, he hadn't run into yet. He figured it would only be a matter of time though.