Makoto didn't ask why Usagi suddenly burst into tears, or think twice about wrapping her arms tightly around the smaller girl. She didn't mind that Usagi held almost desperately to her, and didn't question the tears. All facts that Usagi appreciated more then she could even begin to express. Normally she was pretty good at hiding those sort of things, as odd as it seemed. As much as she cried and simpered about little things, when Usagi was truly troubled, she usually didn't like to bother her friends with it, but after so long without all of them -- It was all Usagi could do not to hold on to Makoto longer, and tell the other girl all her worries and everything.
Instead she sniffed, and nodded at the comment about her little apartment. Putting on a smile again, she helped pick up the cookies, deeming them still good as she took a bite of one. They were more chocolate chip then cookie, but were unburnt and edible -- a big step for her usually deadly cooking skills.
"I work at a bakery after school. They teach me to make things some times." Usagi said, a bit of pride in her tone, and looking to Makoto for her approval because if anyone would be proud of her for not only getting a job, but one that helped her learn to cook it would be Mako-chan. Having school and a job helped keep her busy and distracted, it had helped a lot while she was here on her own.
"I used to have a room mate too, but she went to stay with someone else...I hope your room is near by." Her little apartment was full of signs that she'd been here for some time. School textbooks untouched on the floor next to her backpack, all kinds of little games, easily made food like ramen and microwave dinners in the kitchen (she was learning, but not at all past the boiling water stage of cooking meals yet), and you could see hints of the pink sheets in her room, and stuffed rabbits on the bed.