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st_hotflashesLiz walked numbly through the Inn after having spoken with Emma. It was as if her body were on autopilot as her mind couldn't really focus or process anything directly. What it all meant, how she felt, if she was around to see it happen - these questions were like vague fog in her mind that she couldn't quite grasp.
She thought, ever so briefly, that she might find herself in front of Kitty or Piotr's door, but it was Peter's door she came to a stop at. Liz swayed a little as she stood there, staring blankly at the door. She did that for a good five minutes before she was able to will herself to lift her hand and knock. It was a quiet two rap knock.
When the door opened, when she lay eyes on Peter, the numbness seemed to ebb a little. She stared at him silently, then slowly her face began to twist and contort as anguish spread through her features. She didn't move an inch except for her face. Everything suddenly felt intense and Liz stood there, stiff, and started to cry unabashedly. Cried with every fiber of her being.
She thought, ever so briefly, that she might find herself in front of Kitty or Piotr's door, but it was Peter's door she came to a stop at. Liz swayed a little as she stood there, staring blankly at the door. She did that for a good five minutes before she was able to will herself to lift her hand and knock. It was a quiet two rap knock.
When the door opened, when she lay eyes on Peter, the numbness seemed to ebb a little. She stared at him silently, then slowly her face began to twist and contort as anguish spread through her features. She didn't move an inch except for her face. Everything suddenly felt intense and Liz stood there, stiff, and started to cry unabashedly. Cried with every fiber of her being.
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Date: 2018-05-13 06:37 pm (UTC)"Yeah, after work sounds good."
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Date: 2018-05-13 06:40 pm (UTC)Peter smiles, standing awkwardly in front of Liz for maybe a moment too long.
"Uh, I'm gonna go shower," he says.
And then he quickly rummages through his drawers for clothes and heads for the bathroom.
Liz seemed like she was okay now. Peter really hoped she was.
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Date: 2018-05-13 06:47 pm (UTC)When Peter disappeared into the bathroom, Liz changed out of his clothes and into her old ones, folding them neatly before depositing them into the hamper even though it might not have made much sense. It just felt weird to throw his clothes there.
Then she left, definitely happier than she had been the day before.