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Mar 21, 2010 01:54

Layla was on the porch, sitting cross legged and straight backed in the chair, reading a travel book in Portuguese. She looked totally at ease and pleased with life. This was because for the first time in a long time, she knew something someone else didn't know, that actually applied to the island.

It felt good.

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howmanylives March 21 2010, 06:35:01 UTC
In the months since Layla had arrived -- or maybe even as early as Moira's arrival -- Jamie's daily appointments with Dr. Reid very rarely ran over schedule. Whether this was because he'd actually achieved a real breakthrough or not was some matter of internal debate, but he was undeniably better off than he'd been all those months ago, which probably counted for something.

Still, it was always late by the time he got back, having to make the trek back from wherever it was they'd held their session, as it was very rarely the Psych Office proper -- that particular evening had been the beach. His pant legs were still rolled up, though he'd since put his shoes back on. When he spotted Layla on the porch, looking -- even at a distance -- like the cat who ate the canary, he gave her a cautious wave in greeting.

"What's up with you?"

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butterflyfactor March 21 2010, 06:46:16 UTC
"Me? Nothing," she said, closing the book and dropping it to the porch floor.

At least nothing that needs to be under discussion. Nope, tonight is going to be about what's up with him.

"How was it?" 'It', here, could have meant anything, from his day in general to the session with his psychiatrist that was coming home from. Whatever he felt like divulging. She tried to leave things open-ended.

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howmanylives March 21 2010, 07:03:38 UTC
"Enlightening," he said evasively, stepping up onto the porch. He didn't believe her for a moment, not with an expression like that, but he knew her well enough to realize that asking a second time would prove pointless.

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butterflyfactor March 21 2010, 07:09:54 UTC
"Great," she said, standing up and leaning in the doorway to the house. When she straightened and turned around, she had a big canvas bag in hand. It held what looked like rolled up cloth.

"Guess what."

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