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everollerton (everollerton) wrote in 20somethings,

The papers on the table didn't phase Alexander when he walked in the door. It was no secret that Holly brought work home with her. Hell he brought his own work home. Notebooks of his personal thoughts on the trainees and plans for what their weeks looked like.

He flipped on the light. Holly usually turned it one when she came home. Her papers were in sight but not her. "Holly?" He said in a soft, low voice. There was no answer. He set his bag down next to the paper and rounded the couch. There she was underneath a blanket. He sat caddy-corner to her and placed a hand on her leg. "Holly?" He said again assuming she was asleep.

She'd been more private, distant. He hadn't pushed. When she was ready she'd talk about it. She always did. He moved closer to her, placing a hand on her. Not moving. If she wanted to talk about it then he'd be there.