Cold As Ice

Coffee sure had been–something. Ciaran hadn’t expected to see Emma walk in, or to have said anything to her. This was the last thing he thought he’d be doing, going to her apartment, eating with her. But a large portion of himself had missed her too much to say. As if he would fall apart if he spoke too fondly of the time. He approached her door with caution and took a long moment to stare at the wood. Knock, or leave? Stay, or go? Knocking seemed best but for the past 3 hours he’d been beating himself up about the whole ordeal.

The door opened and he swore he hadn’t knocked even though he had. He put on a smile, nodding at her. “How’s Malachai? I see ye'r pictures of him. He’s gotten big.” Small talk, conversation he was sure that they both could handle.

Her gaze studied him for a moment, tucking her body away behind her robe. This was...weird and awkward and so unorthodox she should brand a new name. her gaze didn’t linger long on him in fear that somehow this wasn't real. That she hadn’t spent hours catching up, apologizing, inviting him to dinner...feeling sick to her stomach. She licked her lips and side stepped so he could come into the apartment. She moved back into the living room, quickly closing her laptop of things still unsettled between hr and the rest of SU and life. Things that would never be settled. “You can sit anywhere you’d like.”