After a while, Gilly wipes her eyes and exhales, pushing herself up from her disenchanted slouch. "No, okay," she mutters, smoothing her hands over her face and pressing them to the floor in front of her. "I've got this. I've got this."

And maybe that's debatable, but debating it isn't going to get her anywhere. She drags out the stationary she'd ( Read more... )

The second time Gilly goes to the nexus, she does it on purpose. She's not looking for anything - or even anyone, though she drifts her fingers over the businesscard on her vanity before she leaves, thoughtful - but it seems like the kind of place where you don't need to be looking for anything in particular to find something. Sometimes that's the ( Read more... )