She'd turned on the radio, classical in the background, and hoped that the sound would bring something of life into the large and empty room. She arranged the throw pillows on the couch. Finally, she sat down. After a moment, she grabbed one of the pillows and hugged it against her stomach. And then it wasn't enough - nothing in this place was right, and too many bad memories clung here, even though she'd spent very little time here.. She rushed to her feet, went to his room, found boots that looked just like ones she'd known he'd worn before - but in far better repair - and then a pair of socks to go with. Returning to the living room, she sat again, and waited. She didn't wait long.
"Let's not stay here," she said, when he sat down with her. "Please, let's..." Where. Where. Oh, she knew. "Will you go with me?" she asked him, a serious question. He seemed barely able to will himself to move, much less go out. But if he would... If he could... It was going to be hard enough to tell him what she'd come to tell him. She didn't want to do it here.
And, because she wanted to pull him into her and keep him there, she was afraid to stay, afraid of what it would mean if she did. She wanted to believe she was strong enough not to do what she knew she shouldn't, but... Aidan. It'd been weeks since she'd kissed him. No, over a year. She threaded a hand through her hair.