Packing had turned into an all day thing, not that he minded; he would rather get all of her things packed up and taken back to his place in one day's time rather than over the course of two or three. He wanted her to feel completely moved into his apartment, wanted her to feel like she belonged, like it was her apartment as much as it was his and Elodie's.
Lincoln wanted her to feel at home.
That was why they had decided to split up on the packing (well, that and he hadn’t wanted to intrude and help pack up what he had found out to be Octavia's brother's room). He had parted ways with her in the hallway, carrying boxes into Octavia's room and quickly beginning to pack the items into the various boxes, his mind wandering as he did so.
Him and Octavia had told Elodie the good news that morning when she came running into the room to wake them up. Thrilled was an understatement for how she had acted and the memory of it brought a smile to hid face. The little girl had been bouncing up and down, talking about how much fun her and Octavia would have. She hand been talking nonstop even as they drove her over to Anya's and, while she had wanted to join them in the packing, Lincoln had convinced her to stay with Anya with the promise that they would do something special with her when they had finished.
Octavia's room hadn't taken too long to pack up (the most stuff had come from her closet) and when he had finished he arranged the boxes in the corner or the room before leaving the room. He took the few steps down the hall to the room that he had seen Octavia vanish into. The door was cracked and he pushed it opened as he spoke.
"I finished packing up yo-"
Lincoln stopped mid sentence, frowning at what he saw. She was sitting on the floor, a half filled box sat beside her and a worn jacket in her hands. ". . . . .Octavia?" He asked, stepping closer towards her. "What's wrong?"