Things seemed to be going her way today. Or at least it had been waking up moved into her chosen new room that had put her in this hopeful mood, despite Juno hating to be manhandled without her consent. She was sandwiched between Lennon and Jack, with Jim in front, and the idea alone - plus Oliver's beautiful work in her extra door lock - really made her feel better. She could tell Marco had been a little sad about the news, but in time maybe he understood. She couldn't just keep being afraid of a room; plus, he was on his way to making the progress she had. She had hanged his calm down jar around one of her bedside lamps, and decided that just looking at it helped a ton. Then she had sighed, chastised herself for the gooey feelings, and gone on with her day.
This afternoon she had decided on movies with Lennon, and as she wore her comfy red tracksuit pants and oversized black hoodie plus the anti-slip socks, she had strapped her knife to her wrist like before when the boots weren't in play. It wasn't that uncomfortable. Especially factoring in blankets, comedy and hot chocolate to help distract her.
"Yeah I saw. I commented, mostly in disbelief, but now I'm thinking whether it's some sick joke and if so, what's the end game here, you know?" She took a sip of her hot chocolate. "On the other hand I want to give them the third degree so bad."