When Nerissa came back to Seattle a few months ago, her move had been pretty sudden. That period where she was divorcing her wife and packing her years of her life into a box were bad for her. She was not in a good place. When she left New York, she barely breathed a word of it to people she knew. She transferred hospitals without so much as a goodbye to the friends she’d made during residency. She also failed to give one of her best friends a goodbye. She was never good at goodbyes, and it seemed easier to just leave and explain later rather than straight up tell Henry she was leaving. He was like her family, their friendship was one that she wouldn’t trade for the world. Later never really came when she got to Seattle. She just tried to throw herself into work, and more recently, whatever it was she had building with Emily, so explaining never really came.
She had been up for more than twenty four hours at this point, but she was finally done with work. All she wanted was coffee. In a normal person’s world, they might consider sleep before coffee, but she didn’t work that way. She figured she’d sit, relax, drink her coffee, and then go home to the apartment. When she got to the coffee shop, she smirked a little when her eyes landed on the person in front of her in line. “Henry,” she said softly. “Fancy seeing you here. When did you come back?” she asked.
Henry had only been in Seattle for twenty four hours however it felt to him like he’d been here for days. He was running from his own chaotic mess when he left New York so the last thing he expected was to be thrown into more chaos when he got home. He’d been away for eight years minus the few times he’s visited his family. So much had change and the young man wasn’t sure if he could handle it. Henry left all of his friends in New York and his best friend left the city months ago with no word. The young man felt alone and didn’t know who he could actually talk to.
Pushing his feelings aside, he decided to go by the hospital. It was late. Hannah and Hermione were doing their own thing so the young man decided to head to the hospital to visit his mother. Henry thought a dinner date might be nice but she was called into an emergency so the young guy was on his own. On his way to the cafeteria, he noticed a coffee cart and he started to crave his mother’s juju. The line was long but the special hot chocolate was worth it. Henry had been standing in line for at least four minutes before he heard that familiar voice. “Nerissa,” he smiled turning around to face her. “I could say the same about you. I just got in last night.”
