[Not as much of a shock as seeing how much he has, and in spite of herself she takes a halting step towards him. The door creaks and she stops herself. Locking herself out now would be perfect.]
Chase...
[The flat tone and the little crease in her brow speak volumes, even as she bites back her words. You look awful. Hurriedly she pushes the door back open, standing framed by light, leaving him enough space to pass her.]
[once fate put us in the same room, when you knew not of me nor I of you]
Chase...
[The flat tone and the little crease in her brow speak volumes, even as she bites back her words. You look awful. Hurriedly she pushes the door back open, standing framed by light, leaving him enough space to pass her.]
Come in.