Who: Heather and Tony When: After this Where: Tony's room Rating: TBD
Tony still wasn't sure this was the best idea, not after everything that had happened. He hated being pushed like that, especially in a situation like this. He'd thought they'd both made it clear where they stood, but then she hadn't been satisfied with that. And yet, on the other hand, he knew Gabriel was right. Abby too. He cared about Heather, and it had been a while since he'd let himself say that about a woman. He just really hoped she wouldn't make a big deal out of what he was doing. He wanted her happy, and just as much, to stop pushing him to say things he didn't want to.
Once Abby left, he cleared the few clothes out of one of the small drawers at the top of the wooden chest of drawers in the corner of the room, shoving them in to a lower one. Feathers had suggested a toothbrush, but he didn't want to do what had been suggested to him only for Heather to find out that it wasn't his idea. That would only make this whole thing even worse. That done, he sent her a message, letting her know to come over. He wasn't going to mention what he'd done. He'd just...see what happened.