#cpstarters

[Leo gestured towards the counter next to him] -- if you’re just gonna stand there jawin’, give me a hand with this.

He would get up. He would. In a moment, when the room stopped spinning and his bones stopped aching.

“Hm.” While the small sound indicated that he may in fact have heard what was said, Leo’s attention stayed caught where it was, brow furrowed in thought as he flicked through the paperwork before him. He only looked up a moment later, apparently remembering that he did in fact have someone standing in his office.

The empty training center was eerily quiet as Rose sat on one of the benches, once again lost in her thoughts. This hadn’t exactly been a new scene for her - she’d found herself wandering down to the building in her free time most days, finding comfort in the familiar setting. But even keeping her strength up was becoming an unhelpful distraction, and more often than not the brunette ended up abandoning her workout altogether in favor of finding a corner to wallow in her emotions.

There had been good events since her return, sure. Two of her best friends in the entire world were alive and well, and she couldn’t discount that. But looking at them only reminded her that Lissa was still missing, and even they didn’t have an answer for her whereabouts. Jackson’s sacrifice continuously weighed heavy on her heart, and every day she felt the painful hole the twins’ hatred had left in her soul. It didn’t really help that it seemed like no matter what she did, menial tasks would trigger strange visions of Pietro that left her body aching for the man she’d once felt so much for. But she couldn’t talk about these feelings with any of the people who’d fought to get her back home. She was struggling enough facing her thoughts on her own - no part of Rose believed that she could handle opening up to any of the others and suffering through their useless condolences. Them feeling sorry for her wasn’t going to change the past, and she’d felt enough sorrow for herself to last a lifetime.