[ He's waiting for her, his stress levels already close to bubbling over. He spends the time between when they sign off and when she arrives by pacing the floor, cleaning up overturned chairs and shelves, and pulling stray plants out of the brickwork to make the place liveable. It's still far from homely, but that's okay because this isn't home.
He tries and fails to not think about Lorna.
She'd pulled that plane out of the sky and then vanished, despite everything they'd promised each other and despite how he'd begged her to stop. He thinks of her now, and it's impossible to not think of those moments beside the airfield, or after, when she'd shown up at the ruins of the Underground looking like power and money and telling him she wasn't there for him. He clenches his fist, and tries to put it all aside. Even so, it flares back when she walks in, still looking like money. He grimaces. ]
Hey.
[ Awkward pause. ]
I guess you should come in. I cleaned up, but it still looks like Jumanji in here, so there's that.
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He tries and fails to not think about Lorna.
She'd pulled that plane out of the sky and then vanished, despite everything they'd promised each other and despite how he'd begged her to stop. He thinks of her now, and it's impossible to not think of those moments beside the airfield, or after, when she'd shown up at the ruins of the Underground looking like power and money and telling him she wasn't there for him. He clenches his fist, and tries to put it all aside. Even so, it flares back when she walks in, still looking like money. He grimaces. ]
Hey.
[ Awkward pause. ]
I guess you should come in. I cleaned up, but it still looks like Jumanji in here, so there's that.