Anastasia Wentworth (anuhstayshuh) wrote in astor_ridge, @ 2011-02-04 20:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | anastasia, anastasia and tristan, tristan |
Who: Anastasia and Tristan
When: Friday night
Where: Her place
What: Comforting
It hadn't taken very long between Tristan's last text and the knock on her door, though she hadn't really expected it to. He was her best friend, and she knew that if she called him at any time and said she needed him he'd be there. She tried to not pull the BFF card too much now that he had a serious girlfriend, but this time, it was necessary.
She'd given her statements to the police and stayed inside her apartment, save only for taking Winston out to the potty. It would've been torture on the dog, being in the apartment for 24 hours without a proper walk, but even he seemed to sense his owner's distress and was content to curl up on the couch with her.
He barely moved when Anastasia went to open the door, clad only in one of her ex husband's suit shirts that had long ago been ruined by paint. She didn't feel awkward about her state of dress because one, it was just Tristan, and two, Trevor had been nearly 6'6", so the shirt covered more than most of her dresses.
"Hey," she said when she pulled open the door, smiling wanly at him. "Thanks for coming."