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!thread, thomas (waswicked)

Who: Thomas & Sofia
When: Very late Monday night
Where: Coffee shop by Xavier's school
What: Talking
Rating: Low?
Status: Closed/Progressing

Very quietly, Sofia extracted herself from bed, being so careful not to wake Sasha. She quickly washed her face, dressed, and scribbled a note for her wife, then left the apartment, locking the door behind her. Having spent the last two nights not sleeping very well didn't stop Sofia from walking the short distance to the coffee shop. In fact, the cool air was almost invigorating. She tugged her sleeve down over her left arm to hide the faint scars still lingering there. Talking things out had helped her find solutions in the past. Perhaps it would help tonight as well.

When she arrived at the coffee shop, she staked out a table and had a seat. Idly, she let the fingers of her left hand graze over the table. The deep silence she got in response was expected, but still made her shoulders sag almost imperceptibly. Resting her right hand on the table, she got an onslaught of information covering everything from where the table was made to how many people would ever sit right here, to the event of a young man sitting down across from her. She put her hands back into her lap, tugging at her left sleeve again.