[ Any other time, Roxy might have pounced him as soon as he appeared in the doorway, or she might have at least met him in the doorway and greeted him. She's just as tired as he is, if not moreso; taking the entirety of the nightmarescape into you can do that. It can do a whole lot of other things, too.
She knows how should feel to see him, but every fiber of her being is screaming at her to run away. She doesn't want to be here. Not with him. Not with someone who cares, when she doesn't even have a feel for herself anymore.
She says nothing when he enters, and she only glances at him out of the corner of her eye when he takes a seat. She pulls her blanket around her tighter and shivers, vacant stare zoning out on nothing in particular on the other side of the glass. ]
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She knows how should feel to see him, but every fiber of her being is screaming at her to run away. She doesn't want to be here. Not with him. Not with someone who cares, when she doesn't even have a feel for herself anymore.
She says nothing when he enters, and she only glances at him out of the corner of her eye when he takes a seat. She pulls her blanket around her tighter and shivers, vacant stare zoning out on nothing in particular on the other side of the glass. ]