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Joss Salvage || Badr al-Budur (sultana) wrote in bellumlogs,

Sherri had always been a wonderful storyteller - even when at her most wild, Joss could calm down during a story. Her shoulders relaxed slightly as she listened, processing it slowly. It was almost like old times - minus the fact that they were sitting on the floor of an apartment in New York and the story was actually about Sherri.

There was a long pause when the story ended and her hand was taken. Joss blinked, finding herself ready to tear up - again. Crying unless it was on purpose didn't suit her; she wasn't really a child after all. She squeezed Sherri's hands, confessing, "Preston kinda seemed like a schmuck to me." Maybe. She hadn't paid too much attention to him before other than the guy who'd fix things by marrying Sherri. Picturing him now though? She couldn't definitely see it.

There was a pause and then she said, a bit more quietly, "I really missed you." It hurt to say that - it had been worse than when she'd been shipped off to England. At least she'd known why she'd been banished then. Saying she'd needed her was too much and Joss shook her head, pulling her hand back. "That's why I came. Sorta. Mom and Dad went berserk."