[He isn't kept waiting long. She's practically waiting by the door and it's flung open seconds later and she doesn't have time to even so much as welcome him or usher him inside before she's wrapped up in the ultimate bear hug. A hug that is intense enough to make her realize the bone-deep need she had for it, to break the 'I'm totally okay' facade she'd barely stitched together minutes before he got here. One sob and the mask shatters as she squeezes back as tightly as she can.
She's like that for at least a few minutes, no more sobs, but tears still roll down her cheeks until she can pull herself together for two seconds. She carefully pulls away and tugs him inside.
And now she's just awkward and flustered because crying in front of people is not on her list of acceptable things to do. It's not in what she says, because she hasn't found her voice yet, but the jerky movements as she moves back toward the living room and the absent way she's waving her hands in some sort of silent apology for 'all of that', even if she doesn't actually say it.]
...Sorry. [The word is abrupt and huffed out as she drops back down onto the couch, gesturing in the direction of the door before letting her hands fall into her lap, staring up at him with a look that's half apology, half pout. Everything feels entirely out of proportion and over-the-top now.]
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She's like that for at least a few minutes, no more sobs, but tears still roll down her cheeks until she can pull herself together for two seconds. She carefully pulls away and tugs him inside.
And now she's just awkward and flustered because crying in front of people is not on her list of acceptable things to do. It's not in what she says, because she hasn't found her voice yet, but the jerky movements as she moves back toward the living room and the absent way she's waving her hands in some sort of silent apology for 'all of that', even if she doesn't actually say it.]
...Sorry. [The word is abrupt and huffed out as she drops back down onto the couch, gesturing in the direction of the door before letting her hands fall into her lap, staring up at him with a look that's half apology, half pout. Everything feels entirely out of proportion and over-the-top now.]