@joelabernathyy Robshaw house.
Of all the years she'd been in the auction this was the first one in her life that she'd seriously considered turning down. Joel had punched her Fitz in the face and said the most horrible things about him. Added to that the fact that she was still in her cast and as bad with the crutches as navigating the wheelchair, she'd nearly refused the whole thing.
It was when looking at the selfies Fitz and she had taken over the years, now more painful than nostalgic and hurt confusion once more renewed by just looking at his smile, that she made up her mind. What could it hurt? It was obligation, and a free meal, a chance to get out of the house, and maybe the tiniest part of her wanted to maybe make Fitz jealous.
So, she'd gotten Teddy to come over and help her part her hair over her left ear so it could be pinned safely over the awkwardly growing out shaved patch that was most of the right side of her head around the large, ugly, still healing, scar from the accident.
She'd opted out of make up besides a little mascara because she didn't care to impress this man, and simple but pretty floral slip dress for it's comfort and convenience when she'd inevitably have to go to the bathroom, a still awkward and uncomfortable affair while not being able to bend her leg. Topped with her mother's old oversized cardigan she felt just about as close to her old self as she could manage, because since waking up from the accident she hadn't totally felt herself at all.
And just in time, it seemed, as the sound of an unfamiliar knock came from the door she sat faced toward in her wheelchair.
"Come in."
