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Edie’s back. Slightly worse for wear, more than a little bit jetlagged but she’s back on familiar soil and this is the first stop she’s making. The emotional toll that everything has taken on her isn’t necessarily plain to see but she knows Jay will notice. Even underneath the carefully applied makeup and the overly cautious way in which she’s carrying herself. Right now, standing at his door she’s more than slightly anxious. The door opens and she’s momentarily unable to speak. When her mental fog clears she shifts her weight nervously and attempts to break the silence. “I...hi. Hi is a good place to start. Hi...and I’m back. Literally just got back...and I just, I don’t know, I just wanted to see you. Also, merry Christmas. Well merry belated Christmas, if that’s something people still say, my bags got missing in transit but the airline assures me that they’re well on their way...and when they do eventually get here, so will your present...but the main point here is...hi and I’m going to stop talking now.”