[She'd been standing at the window for a couple minutes now, actually, Cerevice in hand as she debates calling him again. Surely if something had happened, he'd have checked in again, right? She doesn't want to bother him, especially since she'd already tried calling before. Instead, she just kind of rapidly flips the device open and closed in a rare display of restless energy.
So maybe at the sound of someone knocking, she strides to the door and yanks it open a little more forcefully than necessary, concern mixed with relief plainly visible on her face. The sweater is cute, yes, but more than that, he made it back to her.]
Welcome back.
[But even with as bad as she can be at reading him, even she can't mistake that kind of anger. And there's a moment where she wars with herself, trying to decide if it's appropriate to ask him directly, or if she should just wait until he decides to speak. But a breath, and she decides on the former, venturing a quiet,]
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So maybe at the sound of someone knocking, she strides to the door and yanks it open a little more forcefully than necessary, concern mixed with relief plainly visible on her face. The sweater is cute, yes, but more than that, he made it back to her.]
Welcome back.
[But even with as bad as she can be at reading him, even she can't mistake that kind of anger. And there's a moment where she wars with herself, trying to decide if it's appropriate to ask him directly, or if she should just wait until he decides to speak. But a breath, and she decides on the former, venturing a quiet,]
What happened?