There's a gap where we meet Who: Lachlan and Reagan Where: Reagan's apartment When: Tuesday Night, after the announcement has gone out and after her journal communication with Luke. What: Fallout.
Reagan let the cover to her journal fall closed over the correspondence with Luke, the edges of a genuine smile fading somewhat as she stared across the empty space of her flat with an unreadable, conflicted expression upon her face. It had been surprisingly difficult, discussing the poisoning so openly with Luke but from a seemingly innocent perspective. She was anything but. No, she was an accomplice in this, this epidemic illness that had swept through Glynn without warning, affecting the people she knew and cared about. And while the practical side of her reminded that it was a necessary sacrifice, the other side of her, the less familiar one that had been growing increasingly insistent over the past few weeks, wondered if 'necessary' was really the appropriate word.
Weren't the Cloves, too, doing what they felt was 'necessary'?
So she had reached out to Lachlan this afternoon, shortly after the letter had been published. She needed the company of someone who might understand what she was going through... someone she didn't need to lie to. It helped little that she saw him less now than she ever did back in Castyll. The last time they'd been face to face had been at the Resistance meeting, and that had hardly been the time for fond company. They hadn't even really had the opportunity to debrief together before everything had happened. It all felt... strange.
Rising from the small desk near her bed, she sighed and crossed over to the stove to start a pot of tea in expectation of his arrival, her hand poised to rub absent fingers over her bottom lip. This was how he would find her, leaning against her small, modest table and lost in thought, the cheery pink of her dress somehow at odds with the severity of the divot between her brows.
It smoothed out when she lifted her eyes to greet him, though, a genuine if not terse half-smile gracing her lips; she'd stopped expecting him to knock a long time ago. "Hey. You're actually on time." Knowing that neither of them particularly enjoyed preamble, she jumped to the chase: "How were things at Hiraeth, today?"