*does consider making some excuse, not really being interested in opening up old wounds or hearing more about how she should have been completely candid with you at the very beginning (that one's a mistake she seems to make over and over again)*
*finally steps back, holding the door open for you and not looking at you too closely (so pretty it hurts)* No, it's... Come in.
*shuts the door again behind you and then makes a beeline for the living room, where she turns off the television* *tells herself that you'll just have to deal with her smiley-face pajama pants and messy hair, because she didn't know you were coming (and she doesn't owe you anything)* Do you want a drink or something?