Room 313 [all day]

[like_a_sponge]

Greg stared at his computer screen, trying to process the words his sister had written.

- better opportunities here -

- Mom wants to know WTF is up with a MUSIC class in *your* schedule, Greggie -

- Grandpa's sick again. We're putting him in a home - They wanted him to come home

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[izzyalienqueen]

Isabel had gotten the message and early in the afternoon, she wandered down the stairs to knock on the door.

[like_a_sponge]

"It'll come with time," he said wisely.

[izzyalienqueen]

"I'll practice," she promised. "I guess I should leave you to pack now?"

[like_a_sponge]

Greg gave a little smile. "I need to get it done, yeah."

[izzyalienqueen]

Isabel squeezed him once more and kissed his cheek before finally stepping back. "Take care of yourself, okay?"

[like_a_sponge]

"Back atcha," he said softly, biting his lip.

[izzyalienqueen]

"I'll do my best," Isabel promised, her voice shaking a bit. "And who knows. Josh came about somehow. Maybe someday?"