"Well, to be fair, I don't think we planned on having to leave the room," Lynne pointed out with a half-smile.
Lynne opened her mouth to thank him and take his hand but he'd already apologized and dropped his hand away, heading to the bathroom. The whole thing seemed so unfair. The two of them had had an amazing day together and had really connected and now he thought she was angry and wouldn't even touch her. Frowning, Lynne got to her feet, hissing in air as she winced at the pain in her back when she moved.
Slowly, she made her way into the bathroom and finally had a chance to look at the damage. The whole of the shower stall was nothing more than metal bars as all the glass had shattered to the floor and was now in messy, bloody piles. There was blood smeared on the floor, on the tub; on the cabinets. It looked like a crime scene...
"Noah?" she asked softly, limping over to him and reaching up to touch his face gingerly. "I'm not upset and I'm not afraid of you," she assured him before pressing her lips gently and fleetingly to his. "I just want you to know that."