Room 421, Friday Afternoon

[angelo_wings]

Rinoa was reading. Okay, that wasn't true. Rinoa was trying to read, though. It was a book she already knew. It was one she loved and had read several times already, which was perfect for those times when it was hard to concentrate, because it didn't matter if your eyes kept reading the same sentence over and over again and not seeing it.

Which is exactly what hers were doing.

She tossed the book down with a sigh. Maybe she'd take a nap. Maybe she'd ... something.

(closed door, open post)

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[mathletenomore.livejournal.com]

Lindsay frowned at that. The thought of something taking such control of anyone was frightening. "I'm glad she didn't stop you from trusting me enough to tell me what's going on. And you can always talk to me about anything, even if I can't do much to help. I can, at least, listen."