Tony/Sharon
"Some people don't stick around for that long. You might end up flipping back over. Don't know. That's the bad part. You get used to having someone here and then poof, one day they're gone."
He knew that nervous edge in her voice, because he felt it himself every day. He could be edgy and avoidant, even on a good day. The past week or so hadn't been good, but he was holding himself together. The promise of a drink or two, or three at the end of the night was what kept him plugging along.
The elevator doors opened on floor thirty-six and he put his hand out on one side, so it wouldn't didn't shut when she exited.
"Sharon's in room three," Friday said softly, as if she didn't want to interrupt.
"Great. Thanks Friday." He looked over at Sharon and joked, "Lucky number Agent Thirteen. I don't think anyone will mess with you if you're handling the complaint department. Want me to walk you to your room, or you got this?"