Thread: Burning or Mending WHO: Caitlin Murphy and Van Carlyle WHEN: Monday, after lunch [forward-dated] WHERE: Hydra Dorm, Caitlin's room
It was weird being back at the school after a summer away. Caitlin would never admit it but she ahd enjoyed her summer with Gayle. To an extent. Her adoptive guardian had a bad habit of talking a lot, singing along with the radio, and asking probing questions about why Caitlin had to meet with Ms. Menides on a weekly basis. But other than that, she wasn't so bad. Caitlin wasn't divulging secrets or everything she felt to her, but she could tolerate her presence for longer lengths of time and even hold a reasonable conversation. Their traveling from one national park to another had afforded them plenty of time together but also enough for when Caitlin wanted to be on her own.
Now she was in Maine and away from the Arizona heat. She was tanner from being outdoors, her hair now had a few new highlights. She also cut off a few inches, though it wasn't anything too noticeable. She wore a plain grey tank-top with jean shorts and her favorite pair of Converse that would need to go into retirement soon. Caitlin had arrived earlier that morning and unpacked her relatively few things. She had picked up random plants from her travels, figuring that John might have some use for them. She also bought him a souvenir or two. She had already hung up her poster but the room still looked pretty bare.
Van would be here soon and she sat waiting for him on the bed. She wasn't sure if she was really ready for this conversation. Van had "opinions" after all and he appeared to be running on more assumptions again but she would've done the same thing probably. It had taken her some time to stop aruging with an imaginary Van in the shower. Whatever happened was going to happen. That was it. She wasn't going to assume she would know what he would say or do, even if it was a temptation the both of them couldn't seem to resist.
A knock on the door finally came and Caitlin climbed off the bed instantly, knowing if she hesitated for even a moment she'd back out. she opened the door and then stepped aside, "Come in. Take a seat if you want to." Once he was in, she closed the door and then moved to lean against her desk.
"You have opinions. Go ahead," she said, figuring he should say his piece first. It probably wouldn't be easy to hear but she would need to hear it.