All at once Lee was there, as if she appeared out of the ether.
She'd stayed away at first, feeling guilt, and then anger, and then more guilt; she shouldn't have said anything, she should have said something sooner, she should have talked to him directly, she should have... fuck, she didn't know what she should have done, but what she had done was wrong. Or it was right. She didn't know.
But she was here now. She supposed it couldn't be avoided; there were only so many places you could go here, you couldn't really ignore anybody... and that was what they went over a lot in therapy, being honest, confronting things, not running away and hiding, which she obviously must have preferred since she ran over two thousand miles to try to escape her problems before.
She leaned against the doorway of his room, her head on the frame. Her hair was getting longer, hanging shaggy around her face, and was startlingly blonde. Someone must have smuggled her in some bleach. The lighter colour didn't wash her face out as much as the brown had, but she still looked achingly tired, the dark circles around her eyes the same dark bluish colour as her eyes.