She vaguely heard the door to the spare room open but she didn't turn. Her eyes were filling up again and she didn't want them to be falling down her cheeks when he saw her. Instead she quickly wiped at them again and tipped her head back a little in an attempt to push the tears away. She was surprised she had tears left after how much she had cried so far locked away in their room. Stuffing her hands in the pockets of the hoody she had on it was only then she realised what she had done. It was one of his, one he had bought and she had taken from him pretty much the same day. He'd only worn it once but it still had that feeling he gave her of utter contentment.
When she heard him speak, she closed her eyes for a moment before opening them as she turned to face him. Not for the first time she became aware of how she must look to him. Her hair pulled into a messy pony tail and her eyes were probably a little red. And, just like normal, she was overwhelmed by the need to through her arms around him. Clearing her throat, she leaned against the little side table that was under the window.
"Hello," she said quietly before glancing at her feet. "Do...do you want me to get you anything to drink?"