Michael's room, Saturday evening

[rebelheartalien]

Michael was in his room, as usual, sprawled out on his bed with a book.

The door was ajar mostly out of carelessness.

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[flowering_mind]

So.

So. There had been the whole... thing. At the clinic. And Ino had gone over it, and decided that if she wanted to have any ground to stand on here, she'd... better do this now.

Before it got messy.

"Hey," she said, leaning against the door frame.

[rebelheartalien]

He twisted to look up at her.

"Hey."

[flowering_mind]

"How've you been?" she asked, staying by the door.

[rebelheartalien]

"Okay." He shrugged. "Studying and all that. You?"