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No matter what's happened, there's only so much not speaking to Danny that Stacie can take. They've spent a day awkwardly avoiding each other, as much as being in character and living together can permit it, and though it's as much her as it is him, it doesn't take long for her to be sick of it. They made a mistake; they've made them before, after all, and managed to never let them get in the way.
It's more than a full twenty-four hours after the poker game that she decides that all there is to do is suck it up and talk. By the time she does, it's late at night - Ash is gone again, working his shift at the IPD desk - and she's already dressed for bed. Not wanting to disturb him, once at the doorway, she stands there quietly, watching him for a moment, before raising a hand to knock gently on the wooden frame.
"Can I come in?" she asks, cautious, her voice soft. She's rehearsed what to say to him more times than she can count now, but somehow seeing him, she can't remember any of it.
It's more than a full twenty-four hours after the poker game that she decides that all there is to do is suck it up and talk. By the time she does, it's late at night - Ash is gone again, working his shift at the IPD desk - and she's already dressed for bed. Not wanting to disturb him, once at the doorway, she stands there quietly, watching him for a moment, before raising a hand to knock gently on the wooden frame.
"Can I come in?" she asks, cautious, her voice soft. She's rehearsed what to say to him more times than she can count now, but somehow seeing him, she can't remember any of it.