“yeah, no, lottie said she'd be here any second.” he shuts the door behind her, trying his best to stop the whirlwind his mind goes through seeing her again here — a place she once inhabited, his place he used to call theirs ( and it's different from the way he's pretending not to have noticed how the plants always seem more alive whenever he's not home; this time, it's him who seems to be breathing new life, even if she knocks all the wind out of him ). “she said something about the supermarket … aurelia's face masks …” he lets out a low whistle, quietly chuckling at the absurdity of his friend's disasters ( in her head, she's already kneeing him in the shin and calling him useless, so he'll have his little wins ); then his eyes find belle's again, and he realizes maybe he isn't so different. “you can chill on the couch first while i — can i get you anything ?” and that's another thing: he never thought he'd be here, treating her like a stranger in the apartment they both shared. but so it is. “i think there's some arizona in the fridge still — i don't really like that stuff, but —” but there's always a can or two in there anyway, in case you come back.
