Re: dami/holly apartment
She didn't stop him. She locked the door, pressed her back up against the row of them, one by one aligned along her spine and she watched, fingers against her mouth and chewing the side of her thumb because she wasn't sure, just then what she would do if someone had been there? Probably? Give in to the tears that had been threatening forever.
But what rose up her throat at that oh so military Clear was not tears but a laugh, choked off with clamped teeth and clamped lips that struggled not to curve. Because that? That was Wayne and even she could see it without having seen the Bat at all.
"I can see that," and the couch looked really, really inviting but the shower? She was dying for hot water and she knew she stank. "There's food in the fridge," Not a lot but there was bread shoved into the freezer with a toaster to de-thaw on the side and there was ramen in the cabinets, "I am taking the first shower." She was rummaging on a set of shelves none-to-neatly put together outside a door that was obviously the bathroom. A towel was flung at him, worn-away fluff.
"You can take the second, because if I'm gross? So are you." Grin, and the slam of a door.