[location][John Everton's house][closed]
Once it sank in to Charlotte that Ianto was coming to get her, she dragged herself out of bed and managed to make it into the shower. There was no way she would face a virtual stranger with blood all over her neck. She also didn't want him to see any other evidence of what had happened. That was unacceptable. The kittens stayed with her, going so far as to teleport into the shower with her. She was too sore and tired to laugh at them.
She made herself dress, but decided on ultra soft yoga pants and a long sleeved t-shirt instead of her usual tailored clothes. Most of the bruises and marks from John's...Asher's attack were covered. Only the bites on her neck and the darkening bruise on her cheek really showed. She left the front door open so she didn't have to get up to let Ianto in.
By the time Ianto made it to the house, Charlotte was on the living room couch with both kittens in her lap. Rather than curling up, each kitten sat on a knee and stared up at her. She did not pet them or otherwise acknowledge them. Instead she stared straight ahead, shuddering every time some aspect of what had happened made it through her barriers.
She made herself dress, but decided on ultra soft yoga pants and a long sleeved t-shirt instead of her usual tailored clothes. Most of the bruises and marks from John's...Asher's attack were covered. Only the bites on her neck and the darkening bruise on her cheek really showed. She left the front door open so she didn't have to get up to let Ianto in.
By the time Ianto made it to the house, Charlotte was on the living room couch with both kittens in her lap. Rather than curling up, each kitten sat on a knee and stared up at her. She did not pet them or otherwise acknowledge them. Instead she stared straight ahead, shuddering every time some aspect of what had happened made it through her barriers.