[she accepts it, hand and invite, follows him inside without a word. carol knows she must seem a mess, she certainly feels like one, and there's really no use trying to explain any of it away -- not to him. he's seen her at her worst here, too many times now. what's one more time between friends?
(her best seems so far away; before this place, before the lesion. maybe she'll find that again, one of these days, to show him.)
in his office, she stands in the middle of it all, looking around the space, only half-noticing.]
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(her best seems so far away; before this place, before the lesion. maybe she'll find that again, one of these days, to show him.)
in his office, she stands in the middle of it all, looking around the space, only half-noticing.]
So, uh. Nice place.