Bran read Lotte's e-mail and decided to collect the letter first, before he even began to attempt to reply. His right hand was clumsily bandaged from its encounter with the mirror a couple nights before, but he was pretty sure he'd gotten all of the glass out and now it just burned a bit when he moved it. The pain was easy to ignore, even more so than before, since it was nothing compared to the kind of things he'd felt before.
He crept down to the lobby, making sure no one else was around before snatching the envelope and the bag and hurrying back up to his apartment. He opened the letter first one he was inside, a strange sort of chill running down his spine as he read it. For a moment he truly felt as though he was Erik, even feeling a foolish surge of anticipation when he got to the part where she said she wanted him to wait for her. Fuck, what was wrong with him? Bran shook his head, folding the letter back up and tucking it somewhere safe for the full moon before turning his attention to the bag.
For a few minutes he just stared at the bottle of NyQuil before letting it slip from his fingers, covering his face with his hands as he turned and made his way over to his laptop.