Saturday, Anita's Apartment

[deadly_animator]

It had been a tough week. In fact, she'd never been so happy to get home...

Funny how home has come to mean this place and how you're more on your own here than you ever have been in, god, who knows how long.The plane ride to Washington had been bad enough. She wasn't sure how she'd managed to get through it on her own, both ways. But she had

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[ten_sans_chips]

He didn't bother to call back, only told CJ that Anita needed someone to talk to and left, getting on his new bike and taking it through town like a bat out of hell.

Having transit was nice. Fast, rapid transit. And not being stopped by cops was also nice. Loz had been right--Rocinante, for that was her name, after all--purred like a kitten. She also rode well, and it only was maybe fifteen minutes before he arrived at Anita's door.

Riding on sidewalks was fun.

[deadly_animator]

She had called when she'd gotten back, but she hadn't really expected anyone to come. So she look slightly shocked when she opened the door and saw him there, shocked but relieved. In a tank top and jeans, claw marks all too visible, she smiled up at him as she leaned against the door, almost for support. "Hey, you didn't have..." She stopped and shook her head, waving him inside, "Thank you."

[ten_sans_chips]

He reached out and put a hand on her shoulder, gently, avoiding the claw marks. "Yes, I did have to." And he slowly stepped inside, face full of concern. "I take it things...went."

[deadly_animator]

"It went..." She closes the door behind him and turns back, leaning into him, arm sliding around his waist in a hug, just wanting compassionate human contact for a moment, "It wasn't good. Not the worst I've dealt with either, but bad."