Packing up.
His apartment was full of boxes. Cardboard box on top of cardboard box, some closed with duct tape, some still open and waiting for... things. The sad thing was, he thought, that there weren't really that many boxes after all. Some said kitchen, some said junk, and some said clothes.
He hadn't even really made up his mind that he was moving, but he was packing up, anyway. He didn't want to be around Rose Red any longer than he had to. Especially...
Dammit, he didn't want to admit it to himself.
The knock at the door was a pleasant pause from remembering. In fact, he knew who it was before he even went to the door. He didn't even bother looking through the peephole before opening it. "Rachel," he smiled. "Annie."
"Hey, Steve." Rachel was smiling at him and he felt a little bad for it. He knew that she liked him - probably more than liked him. But he knew Annie. Annie, who looked up at him with those big eyes and... knew. He offered his arm to her, and she hugged him.
"Now that's a hello," he chuckled, and he kissed the top of Annie's head.
Steve...
He blinked, looking down at Annie - had he...
Bad house.
Oh. Shit.
"Come on in, you two. I'm just... packing up."
Bad house.
I'm not going to Rose Red, Annie. I promise.
Wants you.
I know.
He could talk to her again.
Shit.
He hadn't even really made up his mind that he was moving, but he was packing up, anyway. He didn't want to be around Rose Red any longer than he had to. Especially...
Dammit, he didn't want to admit it to himself.
The knock at the door was a pleasant pause from remembering. In fact, he knew who it was before he even went to the door. He didn't even bother looking through the peephole before opening it. "Rachel," he smiled. "Annie."
"Hey, Steve." Rachel was smiling at him and he felt a little bad for it. He knew that she liked him - probably more than liked him. But he knew Annie. Annie, who looked up at him with those big eyes and... knew. He offered his arm to her, and she hugged him.
"Now that's a hello," he chuckled, and he kissed the top of Annie's head.
Steve...
He blinked, looking down at Annie - had he...
Bad house.
Oh. Shit.
"Come on in, you two. I'm just... packing up."
Bad house.
I'm not going to Rose Red, Annie. I promise.
Wants you.
I know.
He could talk to her again.
Shit.