While Havoc and Ed were
outside experimenting on securing the apartment complex against Sloth, Riza was in her room.
The door was shut; she sat in a chair near the window, drapes closed, her legs drawn up, hugged against her loosely as she studied nothing in particular on the wall, her mind a million miles away and drifting.
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"Hey, I was wondering if you felt like putting up with a visitor"
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"Is everything all-" she started to say as she opened the door, her gaze lower, more to what eye level might be if someone were in a wheelchair, then she looked up quickly. "Oh, hello." A small smile. "How have you been?"
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No, mun, I'm not going to say 'that's the whipped cream on top of the shit sundae', because I don't use such colorful idioms normally.
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"No, you may not have a history with them, but you undoubtedly have an opinion of them." And Havoc wonders if you just keep this opinion to herself or let Ed know it, he's thinking it's the former option.
Havoc sighs and rubs his eyes, before looking at her with a tired smile and shrugging. "I don't know where I'm going"
He's worried about her, he's not showing that worry really well, but he is.
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