@dieangelo said ; an empty hallway of a hospital, it's dark outside and the overhead light in this hallway are dimmed ( accepting )
dad hates that she does this. he says she's overextending herself, star, and circe knows ( both because she knows and because she knows him ) he paces the kitchen back and forth along the worn line in the linoleum when they talk about it. but circe had known the accident was going to happen, and had known that the bed and breakfast was otherwise unbooked, and that if no one was there one mrs. clark would lie at the foot of the stairs until morning when it would be too late.
so. what was she to do? besides, circe likes a good bed and breakfast. she likes holing up in a cozy little room with a sketchbook and a chipped mug of tea, or sharing meals with someone who knows the history of a small town in a way few others do. so it's not that hard. and mrs. clark will be okay, because her lone tenant for the night found her and called 911 so fast that it was almost like she had called them before mrs. clark slipped. even if she hates hospitals, and their too-many terrible endings and the smell of antiseptic, circe can suffer it if it means helping somehow, someway.
she looks up from her phone, where she's considering hitting one of the few contacts and calling her dad, but the expected company has arrived. not a minute too soon. people never are. "hi." nice. easy greeting, always a win. she slips her phone into the tote bag that sits on the floor, leaning against the chair she sits in a somewhat precarious looking crisscross situation, "you were - are here to see me." it's not a question and circe stares nearly through nico rather than directly at him.
