[INCOMPLETE]
Who: Lucrecia, Zack.
When: sometime today, before Cissnei's found.
Where: Lu's office.
Rating: PG, prbly.
Warnings: none, atm.
Summary: Zack's been missing out on his therapy sessions as of late, and Lu wants him to come in so she can see what he's been up to~. ♥
She waited, though she wasn't really sure if he'd show up or not.
He had been angry with her, after all, for awhile, and she hadn't seen him for what seemed like ages. And, truth be told, the longer he went without meeting with her, the more and more concerned she became. It was extremely hard to decipher Zack's exact mood when she wasn't able to see him, as he was quite capable of hiding most things from her (and everyone else, for that matter) exceptionally well. All it took was a little word, or a simple sentence, or a single phrase, and he had the entirety of the population shrugging their shoulders of whatever issues or battles he may have been having with himself. He wasn't the type to face them with the help of others, after all. It was just his personality. It was just the sort of person he was, and probably always would be.
And she didn't really blame him for being angry with her, either. But it didn't particularly mean she was sorry for her actions, either. Perhaps there was a better way she could have gone about doing things, but... ah. It was all in the past, she figured, and it didn't matter beyond that point. What she was sorry for, however, was for any hurt or sense of betrayal she may have caused him. He was one of the last people she would have ever wanted to hurt, and it didn't please her knowing that she had caused him some sort of frustration, or anxiety, or nervousness. Zack was one of her favorite people, wasn't he? Someone she had grown very close to, and someone she almost always kept an eye on to ensure that he was kept safe and out of harm's way. Instinct, really. She had a habit of watching out for everyone that meant something to her.
So, when he stopped talking to her, she didn't press the issue. She gave him his space, and in the meanwhile, she returned her attentions back on other important matters that she might have been neglecting. She bothered Kadaj (though that was something she was almost always doing). She invented new cookie recipes with Aerith (that turned out rather disastrously). She came up with new experiments, wrote out new theories, but all the while, all the time, she still kept that one eye on Zack, no matter what it was that he was doing.
She was a bit predictable that way, she supposed.
Long fingers tapped against the solid wood of her desk as she leaned back in her chair, blue eyes flicking down from their focused spot on the door to narrow in on a sheet of blank paper directly in front of her. Along the surface of the desk, papers and folders were scattered everywhere, held down in certain places with crystal paperweights that she was almost always knocking over. All things considered (especially with how messy of a person she typically was), her office was surprisingly organized. It felt a little cramped at times, though her tendency to be glued within the open space of the laboratories might have had something to do with that sense of enclosure. In any case, it seemed to work out well enough, and she wasn't one to complain about matters that had no room for complaints.
Her elbows found the edge of her desk as she leaned forward, drifting her vision up from the papers to settle in again on the door.
When: sometime today, before Cissnei's found.
Where: Lu's office.
Rating: PG, prbly.
Warnings: none, atm.
Summary: Zack's been missing out on his therapy sessions as of late, and Lu wants him to come in so she can see what he's been up to~. ♥
She waited, though she wasn't really sure if he'd show up or not.
He had been angry with her, after all, for awhile, and she hadn't seen him for what seemed like ages. And, truth be told, the longer he went without meeting with her, the more and more concerned she became. It was extremely hard to decipher Zack's exact mood when she wasn't able to see him, as he was quite capable of hiding most things from her (and everyone else, for that matter) exceptionally well. All it took was a little word, or a simple sentence, or a single phrase, and he had the entirety of the population shrugging their shoulders of whatever issues or battles he may have been having with himself. He wasn't the type to face them with the help of others, after all. It was just his personality. It was just the sort of person he was, and probably always would be.
And she didn't really blame him for being angry with her, either. But it didn't particularly mean she was sorry for her actions, either. Perhaps there was a better way she could have gone about doing things, but... ah. It was all in the past, she figured, and it didn't matter beyond that point. What she was sorry for, however, was for any hurt or sense of betrayal she may have caused him. He was one of the last people she would have ever wanted to hurt, and it didn't please her knowing that she had caused him some sort of frustration, or anxiety, or nervousness. Zack was one of her favorite people, wasn't he? Someone she had grown very close to, and someone she almost always kept an eye on to ensure that he was kept safe and out of harm's way. Instinct, really. She had a habit of watching out for everyone that meant something to her.
So, when he stopped talking to her, she didn't press the issue. She gave him his space, and in the meanwhile, she returned her attentions back on other important matters that she might have been neglecting. She bothered Kadaj (though that was something she was almost always doing). She invented new cookie recipes with Aerith (that turned out rather disastrously). She came up with new experiments, wrote out new theories, but all the while, all the time, she still kept that one eye on Zack, no matter what it was that he was doing.
She was a bit predictable that way, she supposed.
Long fingers tapped against the solid wood of her desk as she leaned back in her chair, blue eyes flicking down from their focused spot on the door to narrow in on a sheet of blank paper directly in front of her. Along the surface of the desk, papers and folders were scattered everywhere, held down in certain places with crystal paperweights that she was almost always knocking over. All things considered (especially with how messy of a person she typically was), her office was surprisingly organized. It felt a little cramped at times, though her tendency to be glued within the open space of the laboratories might have had something to do with that sense of enclosure. In any case, it seemed to work out well enough, and she wasn't one to complain about matters that had no room for complaints.
Her elbows found the edge of her desk as she leaned forward, drifting her vision up from the papers to settle in again on the door.