[ And subconsciously, that helps, even if she doesn't really recognize that it does -- knowing when to expect him. She spends the ten minutes at least making an effort to not look like she spent the last day or so grumpily wrapped up in blankets (as her varied schedule allows her to, when she wants). Tangled hair gets brushed out and loosely braided for some semblance of neatness. A pair of his boxers gets commandeered for a little modesty, completing an outfit made entirely out of clothes from his closet, when paired with a stolen t-shirt.
She doesn't know how good she'll be when they talk face-to-face. She's still upset. Sympathetic, but not yet at a place where everything else has been forgiven. ]
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She doesn't know how good she'll be when they talk face-to-face. She's still upset. Sympathetic, but not yet at a place where everything else has been forgiven. ]