Lotte simply left them in the sink – she’d wash them later, in the morning after she woke up or when she came back from work tomorrow – before coming back. Her hands went to pajama bottoms, brushing against the side while she shook her head. “You haven’t – not really,” Lotte said, because he hadn’t. He’d been understanding and helped her – they were going to be able to get through the Moon and now Ella should be able to realize Lotte wasn’t blindly defending him.
She didn’t exactly move towards the door, as it would have been rude, instead heading back to the couch. There was a moment where she looked up at him and the scarred face, before she shook her head, smiling slightly. She gave him a quick hug the same she would have given to Diego or James. Friendly and perhaps a bit too eager to feel safe. A thank you was said into his right shoulder, before she pulled away - hoping she hadn’t overstepped a line she shouldn’t have. With a sheepish smile, she moved to the door, asking, “If we don’t talk beforehand, email me after the moon?”