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[ghostofmuir]

Moira returned to her above-the-clinic apartment before Sean did, thank goodness.
Her fears were a little bit calmed, a little bit increased.
But enough of that. She put on a brave face for Sean. Once he was here, it could become more than a facade.

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[screamin_sean]

He wasn't far behind; he felt uneasy about leaving Moira alone at all. He dropped his keys onto the table by the door, closing the door behind him and deadbolting it (because you can never bee too careful, afterall). He still had his Glock on him, though it was at least more concealed than it had been.

He smiled, seeing her safe and in one piece. "Hope ye didn't miss me too much" he teased, greeting her with a kiss. "Anything new?"

[ghostofmuir]

She perked up at the sound of the door and walked over.
"Dreadfully!" she proclaimed with a grin and a return of the kiss. "There's nae a blessed thing to report." Just an old woman's jumping at shadows. "Is it all right out there now?" Anything to keep the conversation off of her.

[screamin_sean]

"Calmer. Not any happier, but things have settled down a bit." He kept an arm around her in a stance that was both affectionate and protective. "All the urgent cases seem to be taken care of for now." His free hand went to her shoulder "Are ye sure everything's fine? You're still tense."

[ghostofmuir]

"Aye, there's nae problem." She paused, then looked at him. It wouldn't hurt to tell him about this, at least. Better for his own safety. "Sean, ye've seen through Mystique's Valerie Cooper act, have ye nae?"