Room 406, after workshops

[izzyalienqueen]

Today's First Aid workshop had been easy and Scoobying had been fun. But Isabel still wasn't in the mood to face the crowds in the common rooms this evening. Instead she set up her laptop to watch an episode with the ninth version of Mr. What. Stretched out on her bed, she stared at the screen without really seeing it.

The door was closed.

[ooc: locked to someone specific]

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[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

Greg carefully sat by her. "So," he started helpfully.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel continued holding onto the shirt so she wouldn't reach out to Greg, still not certain if he wanted her to touch him. "I should have woken you up."

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

Greg nodded. "I overreacted."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Maybe, but maybe not," she said, thinking of what Cedric had said about waking up alone and worrying. "You knew I was hurt and you didn't what exactly we were going to do. You had every right to be worried. Especially when it took me so long to get back."

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

Greg shrugged. "But you can take care of yourself. I shouldn't have been as worried as I was."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel set her hand on the bed between them and started to trace random shapes on the blanket. It was only a coincidence that her hand moved closer to his. "You said you loved me. I think that gives you the right to worry as much as you want, even if I can take care of myself."

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"It didn't change to past tense just because we had a fight," Greg said softly, moving his hand a tiny bit towards hers.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Good," she whispered as her fingers brushed his hand. "I'm sorry if it sounded like I didn't think you could take care of yourself."