Amanda, Angelo - Monday evening
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xp_logsComing back after Angelo's visit from Richard Forge, Amanda has a suggestion.
Hauling her bag up onto her shoulder a little more firmly, Amanda unlocked the door to Angelo and... well, Angelo's suite. "I'm back!" she called, or rather, began to - the sight of the suite, usually strewn with Forge's stuff but now bare and tidy, pulled her up short. "Angelo?" she called, a bit more softly.
He was sitting on the couch, legs drawn up under him, back to the door and posture distinctly slumped, staring at nothing. "Yeah?"
She dropped her bag and closed the door behind her. "You okay?" she asked, coming to the end of the couch and pausing, uncertain. She glanced towards Forge's room, where she could see a number of boxes piled up. "It's... a bit bare in here."
Angelo nodded, not looking up. "Yeah, uh... Forge's dad was here. He didn't want to take the stuff away, not when... but it needed packin' up."
"I suppose it did." Of all the days to go back to the brownstone and sort out various things... but then again, maybe she was crowding him too much. Sitting beside him, she reached out and touched his shoulder. "You okay?" she repeated.
"I... don't know", he admitted after a moment, voice empty. "It's not like it really changes anythin', havin' his stuff all put away, but..."
That emptiness pulled at her, and she slipped her arms around him. "I'm sorry, love," she murmured. "I wish there was something I could do, to make it better. Or at least easier to deal with."
He hadn't wanted to show too much grief for his friend when Forge's father was right there and dealing with his own greater pain, but now... He turned towards Amanda finally, leaning. "It'll be easier as it goes on." He knew that well enough.
Amanda tightened her arms around him, letting him lean on her as much as he needed. "And in the meantime, we go on as best we can," she said softly, pressing a kiss to his temple.
"That we do", he said just as quietly. "I just don't know if... I can do it in this room. I can't sleep here."
"Then don't." A certain decisive note entered her voice. "We're already planning to go for a bit... why not do it now? Load up your car and go first thing in the morning?"
"I told Forge's dad I'd look after..." The objection was weak, though, and died unfinished. "But I'll lock it up. Take the key with me."
"It'll be fine, for a week or so, however long we end up going." She nudged his chin up with a gentle hand. "Nate's going away himself, we're both still on leave... it's time we took that break we've been talking about. If they need us at all, they'll call."
He was coming around to the idea rapidly. "We really could, couldn't we." It was almost wondering. "For once in our lives... there's nothin' to stop us."
"And you need it. We both do," she said earnestly. "Just some time to ourselves without having to react to some crisis or other." She gave him a wan smile. "I know I don't have it in me to keep this up much longer."
"Don't think I do either", he confessed wryly. "Kind of a sad comment on things, if we're both too tired for it before we even hit 21."
She laughed softly. "Old and worn out before our time... no wonder Nate's gone grey already." There was a certain relieved note to her voice - she really did need the break away from all things traumatic, and maybe it would give them a chance to work on things. "I can let the Trenchcoats know I'm off for a couple more weeks - Sof would probably back me up on that."
Angelo nodded. "Can't see them really sayin' you can't, after everythin'. Or anyone tryin' to stop me."
"Love, they'll probably pack your bags for you and lock you out of the house if you didn't go," Amanda told him, giving his shoulders a brief squeeze.
Hauling her bag up onto her shoulder a little more firmly, Amanda unlocked the door to Angelo and... well, Angelo's suite. "I'm back!" she called, or rather, began to - the sight of the suite, usually strewn with Forge's stuff but now bare and tidy, pulled her up short. "Angelo?" she called, a bit more softly.
He was sitting on the couch, legs drawn up under him, back to the door and posture distinctly slumped, staring at nothing. "Yeah?"
She dropped her bag and closed the door behind her. "You okay?" she asked, coming to the end of the couch and pausing, uncertain. She glanced towards Forge's room, where she could see a number of boxes piled up. "It's... a bit bare in here."
Angelo nodded, not looking up. "Yeah, uh... Forge's dad was here. He didn't want to take the stuff away, not when... but it needed packin' up."
"I suppose it did." Of all the days to go back to the brownstone and sort out various things... but then again, maybe she was crowding him too much. Sitting beside him, she reached out and touched his shoulder. "You okay?" she repeated.
"I... don't know", he admitted after a moment, voice empty. "It's not like it really changes anythin', havin' his stuff all put away, but..."
That emptiness pulled at her, and she slipped her arms around him. "I'm sorry, love," she murmured. "I wish there was something I could do, to make it better. Or at least easier to deal with."
He hadn't wanted to show too much grief for his friend when Forge's father was right there and dealing with his own greater pain, but now... He turned towards Amanda finally, leaning. "It'll be easier as it goes on." He knew that well enough.
Amanda tightened her arms around him, letting him lean on her as much as he needed. "And in the meantime, we go on as best we can," she said softly, pressing a kiss to his temple.
"That we do", he said just as quietly. "I just don't know if... I can do it in this room. I can't sleep here."
"Then don't." A certain decisive note entered her voice. "We're already planning to go for a bit... why not do it now? Load up your car and go first thing in the morning?"
"I told Forge's dad I'd look after..." The objection was weak, though, and died unfinished. "But I'll lock it up. Take the key with me."
"It'll be fine, for a week or so, however long we end up going." She nudged his chin up with a gentle hand. "Nate's going away himself, we're both still on leave... it's time we took that break we've been talking about. If they need us at all, they'll call."
He was coming around to the idea rapidly. "We really could, couldn't we." It was almost wondering. "For once in our lives... there's nothin' to stop us."
"And you need it. We both do," she said earnestly. "Just some time to ourselves without having to react to some crisis or other." She gave him a wan smile. "I know I don't have it in me to keep this up much longer."
"Don't think I do either", he confessed wryly. "Kind of a sad comment on things, if we're both too tired for it before we even hit 21."
She laughed softly. "Old and worn out before our time... no wonder Nate's gone grey already." There was a certain relieved note to her voice - she really did need the break away from all things traumatic, and maybe it would give them a chance to work on things. "I can let the Trenchcoats know I'm off for a couple more weeks - Sof would probably back me up on that."
Angelo nodded. "Can't see them really sayin' you can't, after everythin'. Or anyone tryin' to stop me."
"Love, they'll probably pack your bags for you and lock you out of the house if you didn't go," Amanda told him, giving his shoulders a brief squeeze.
