There was a book open in Fred's lap but it was the last thing on her mind. She chewed on a fingernail, staring absently across the room as her mind battled with heavier thoughts. It had been a rough week of no sleep and absence. Whatever was affecting her seemed to be affecting Wesley as well. At least that was what she hoped it was.
Pulling her mind back to the book took some work. Just as she managed, she heard the door open and her head shot up, feeling a sense of relief when she saw it was Wesley. She didn't stand up at first to greet him, unsure.
But when she saw that smile, the book dropped to the floor and she crossed to him in long strides, throwing her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. "It's all right," she murmured.