Hestia chewed on her bottom lip. The space between them in the small kitchen felt like miles. While it might only take two or three steps to reach Charlie, Hestia had never felt so far from him before. Would he take her going into her room as leaving again? Hestia didn't want him to think she wasn't going to be around. She hated feeling uncomfortable and awkward around him.
"I'm going to go lay down or something. Read a book. I don't know. But... well if you want to talk I'll be in my room, okay? You can come in, whenever you want." Hestia tried to smile at him, but couldn't quite manage more than a small upward curl of her lips. Pushing off the counter, Hestia walked out of the kitchen and into her bedroom, leaving the door cracked open just in case.