Who: Navi and Bill. What: She's upset. He's a comforting guy. When: Thursday night. Where: Her apartment. Warnings: Yup.
Her face was already red and puffy from crying. She was still in the clothes she'd worn to teach that day, a pair of dark navy slacks and a white men's button down with the sleeves rolled up, but her eyeliner was smeared and her hair was a little messy. Turbo had retreated to a corner of his cage, and it was all well and good; even looking at the ferret afforded her no comfort. She was too reminded of the day she'd gone with Alec to get him, too reminded by everything that Alec had been there. His ghost still rattled the floorboards, and she didn't know if she could handle that.
When the knock sounded at the door, she jumped, having found herself sniffling over his leather jacket. It smelled like Alec, like scotch and testosterone and gasoline. She moved to open the door, dropping the jacket and clinging to Bill immediately.