Usagi pulled her hair up neatly, smoothed down her dress, and retrieved the small pink box of cookies she had made and not burnt. She wanted it to be perfect. The young blond hated to admit that this place upset her more then she let show. Of course, it was definitely more then a little obvious when she finally opened the door for Makoto.
Usagi's eyes were watering the second she set her sights on the older senshi, and all but threw herself in Makoto's arms. Pink box dropped as she buried her face in the other girl's shoulder. Usagi was admittedly a crybaby, but this was different from the usual tears. She was genuinely upset, but very happy at the same time as strange as it sounded. Usagi had come here shortly after the fight with Chaos; the death of her friends still fresh in her mind, and then having some of them show up here only to be taken away, usually before she even got to see them again. It was hard.
"Mako-chan." After hugging her for a long minute, she rubbed her eyes, and pulled Makoto inside. Her arms were still curled around Makoto's, clinging softly to her side as if afraid Jupiter would vanish as well the moment she left go. "I'm sorry. Come inside. I missed you."