Both her name and the touch brought her attention upwards, before she nodded to his question. It was not often that Az was not moving with flourish and speaking with an uncurbed tongue, but at the moment her body wanted to only move as efficiently as possible. The innuendos would return, but right then she was feeling quiet. For once.
A fraction of that restfulness she had just been seeking warmed her as she stood and practically launched herself into hugging her boyfriend. Burying her face against his chest, she sighed lightly, taking in the comfort of him being there. It should have already occurred to her that he might be just the medicine she was craving at the moment, and not just in the 'take him twice and call me in the morning' kind of way.
In a white peasant top and a flowy bohemian skirt, the woman was a far cry from her usually flashy and cleavage-baring appearance. Trendy, of course, but far more toned down. Mostly it had been for her Father's sake, a mostly unconscious desire to please him, despite everything else. He had told her that she looked well, which had eased some of her worry, if he was spending time on pleasantries. But the news he had imparted immediately afterward had dropped like a stone in her stomach.
"I forgot to leave a note," Az realized aloud. "I'm sorry." She slowly inhaled, taking in the familiar scent of him before she exhaled just as slowly. "My father called." Lawrence Chaisty was on the unwritten list of hers, of things she did not speak about unless prompted. Avoiding speaking about him was simply easier than having to deal with the emotional fallout, in her opinion.
It was not that her father was a bad man, not in the least. Or uncaring. Just...busy, too busy to have a relationship with his twenty six year old daughter.