Re: Quicklog, Marvel: Cris M / Elena M
[The door's lock popped, undone. The door opened. She stayed where she was on the couch, in the same clothes that she'd left him in. Jeans and a black camisole, knit blanket shrugged around her shoulders. She looked at him once, golden eyes tired beneath the lack of make up. She shook her head and new-blond settled on the cushion, not victim behavior, just exhausted. The place was clean, plastic still wrapped on the table ends like she hadn't yet gotten to moving in completely. There were a couple of mugs of coffee on the table, one practically with his name on it because it was darker. Not the way she took hers.]
You shouldn't have come. [She sighed, blanket drawn onto her when she relaxed into cushions, looking at him.]