@walkingcasualties
Perched on a stool in the kitchen, Astoria tried to not rattle her shoe against the back of the island. She never quiet sought out Jon, just sort of -existed- next to him when she was home visiting her mother. The black screen of her phone stared up at her from the counter as she checked it again. No notifications. Her thumb nail nearly chewed off; anxious, waiting. She didn’t really quite know his schedule and had been waiting an hour at this point, but she couldn’t risk missing him. He had to come home sooner or later.
She picked up the phone again. Sent Bash a quick text.
[Sms; Sebastian:] Any word from her?
More waiting.
The door opened. Leaning forward on her forearms, Astoria caught sight of her semi-step-father. “Jon?” she called out to him, dropped from the stool to meet him at the door. “Hey... have you heard from Jameson? It’s been a couple weeks. She usually checks in. I’m kind of getting worried.”