Room 403 [Thursday, Evening]

[flashesforinfo]

This was it. That moment (or the ones leading up to that actual moment, anyway) she'd been putting off since the start of the summer. Leaving. Angela had even managed to push it back as far into the day as she reasonably could

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[decoder_rings]

Well, of course Hannibal was gonna be there, fresh from his trauma. He seemed fairly calm even if he was anything but. He didn't much wanna do this either.

"Looks pretty empty in here," he said idly.

[flashesforinfo]

Angela nodded her confirmation, dropping her checks to wander over to him. "It's weird. Like its already not really ours anymore."

[decoder_rings]

"I was thinking of leaving a dead fish in the room so no one else could use it." He wasn't really thinking of that but still.

[flashesforinfo]

"So long as you do it once I'm not here, I support that plan," she decided, shooting him a little smile. She wasn't really serious either.

Mostly not, anyway.

[rocksthescarf]

Chuck was kind of glad he was headed straight to the bar after this. He had the feeling he'd need the alcohol.

He knocked on the doorframe once to get Angela's attention when he made it to her room. "Hey."

[flashesforinfo]

Angela brightened at a familiar figure in the doorway and knocked the drawer she'd been looking in closed again. "Chuck, hey. Wasn't sure I'd get to see you before I left." She'd left her goodbyes a little late.

[rocksthescarf]

"I'm kind of failing when it comes to tracking people down for goodbyes," he said. "So much easier last year when I didn't have my own stuff to pack."

[flashesforinfo]

"I know right?" Having a similar problem. "Who thought we could pick up so much stuff in just two years?" Maybe she forgot she was talking to Chuck.