Re: At about six pm
[She starts when he says her name. Blue eyes not giving anything away and she waits. A pause.] It's not about me. [A smile. Sad. Tired. She puts her thumb against the corner of her mouth, runs it across the edge of lower lip, a gesture like wiping away smeared lipstick that isn't there.] I don't expect anything from you. [Her shoulder moves forward, a now with it all out there.] But I think you should try talking. Instead of the partying. Maybe if you can get the desert out of your head, Loki won't be able to get in there.