WHO: Morgan, Henry West, Billy (Dr Horrible)
WHERE: West and Billy's room.
WHEN: Waaaaay backlogged, shortly after
this incident -- way back before JD graduated and Rube was still there.
WARNINGS: Emo :|
Morgan was oddly tight-jawed, returning to her cabin she stopped a few floors shy of her destination. She had to make herself stone to even pick herself up and leave Rube's quarters at all. And what had been hard and resolute, determined to keep that emotion inside...at least while in public view, had begun to quiver and become something less stern. And it wasn't physical weakness, or a need to find composure, that took her off her path, but rather loneliness, impending loss -- something she'd mashed away with Rum when her father had died and that she couldn't stand to think of seeking out now.
She chose something else. And coming to a familiar door, she hesitated, drawing in a long breath, and rapped her knuckles against it. Honestly, she had no idea how horrible she looked, but she wouldn't have cared to think about it anyway.