Alone, again.

[victoria_gray]

after thisVictoria went back to her room without fuss. No point in making a scene or inviting people to ask her "what's wrong" by crying. She just kept her arms crossed and stared at the numbers on the elevator, stepping off without hesitation when it reached her floor. As she walked into the empty, poorly lit room she jammed her toe, hopping to

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[alan_shore]

It's late when, distressingly sober, he returns to the hotel. He waits impatiently for the elevator--the aspect of his former house he misses most consisently is the front door, the immediacy of the privacy it offered--and takes it to the third floor. He's tired, tired enough that if pressed he'll admit to the cause being work.

He spots the light on in Victoria's room and raps on the door.

[victoria_gray]

She doesn't jump up right away, she's not expecting anyone. The last visitor wasn't pleasant so she checks the spy hole before opening the door. She opens it and steps aside to let him in. "Hi, how're you?" She regrets not getting drunk at exactly this moment.

[alan_shore]

She's been crying. It takes not a moment to realize it--he's more familiar with the symptoms than most. He hesitates in the doorway. "Is something wrong."

[victoria_gray]

For a moment she wonders what the neutral answer would be but she doesn't really feel like talking about it later. She purses her lips and nods. "Ray paid me a surprise visit today."