Who: Stiles & Roxy What: After Death Talk When: Backdated to 11/01 Where: Roxy's apartment Rating: Low, talk of death Status: Closed, incomplete
It had taken Roxy a couple hours to calm down enough to find her phone and sort through it. Multiple missed calls and messages actually made her smile; she realized she had a good group of people here in Preya. She was soon shooting off texts, checking in with everyone to let them know she was...well, alive, and to see what else she had missed.
Stiles had been one of the first people she had texted. When she received his text back, she frowned, asking what might be up. Her heart skipped a beat, hoping everything was okay, that none of this crazy happenstance had fallen on him or his friends. When she got his reply back, she felt like her heart was breaking. It had happened to him too. She immediately reached out, hoping he was okay. At the very least she could relate to him in this strange circumstance; hopefully he would be comfortable enough to talk everything out with her.
With Derek gone on errands, she had the apartment to herself and sat on the couch, her legs folded underneath her. She found she was very alert, her ear twitching at every sound she heard. She closed her eyes, trying to center and focus herself. Breathe. Nothing is coming to get you. She repeated it, a mantra to try and help calm herself down.
She barely jumped when Stiles knocked.
She got up, opening the door with a sad smile on her face. She normally wasn't the type for hugs or personal touching, but she couldn't help but wrap her arms around him and bury her face in his chest.
"I'm glad you're...here." Her voice was muffled as she spoke, not quite wanting to let go. She could guess he wasn't alright, just as she wasn't alright. But at least they were here. She stepped back to let him in the house, closing the door after him.
"Do you want anything? Tea? Coffee?" She hesitated for just a moment.