Re: dami/holly apartment
The hug? Made her feel momentarily less likely that she was about to cry. She knew tears were running on empty, on adrenaline skidding down to nothing and sleepless nights. She knew it was staying awake long after everyone else had crashed and the shaky hands that wouldn't grip properly anymore. She shoved them into her pockets and she looked up at her apartment window (dark) and thought about it. The sarcasm? A brief grin, chin tilted down.
"I haven't been back since the beginning," because home was safety, even if the ceiling ran with water when upstairs used the shower and even if the cockroaches were so prevalent she'd given them names. Home wasn't beheadings and fires in the street and she shook her head no. "Together." She wasn't a scared little girl and she'd called Damian here, not Robin.
"I have keys." And she climbed the steps to the door and the door yawned wide on darkness at the first push after the twist of keys.