The roof, Monday night

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia had spent part of her day trying to save Jamie from . . . himself. She'd spent the other part of it saying goodbye to Walter. She'd managed to hold it together pretty well while she dug out her bottle of rum from beneath her bed, mostly by carefully not looking at anything in the room but her bed. Now, she was easing her way to a good,

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[multi_madrox]

The trek back from the preserves and the subsequent conversation with his original had pretty much left Jamie drained.

When he came back to the room and saw Walter's stuff gone and Nadia not there, he knew where to find her.

"Hey."

[multi_madrox]

Jamie just grins. "Later this week? I think there needs to be a rooftop ritual. I'm not sure exactly how it goes but I think we need it."

[nadiathesaint]

"I . . . yeah. I think that might be good. We need brownies. And not being emo."

Never mind that Walter had been one of the first people she'd ever done the ritual for. Bridge and Xander had done it when they'd broken up without wanting to. She could do it, too.

[multi_madrox]

"That's my brave soldier and seductress of my older self," Jamie said standing up. "I'm heading back down to the room if you need to talk. Don't stay out here all night. Okay?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia nodded. "That would suck. A lot. Thanks, Jamie."