#loca!!!!

“You’re... blonde?” It’s the first thing that comes out of his mouth, a bit too concerned to be convincingly masked as pleasantly surprised. “It looks great!” he’s quick to reassure, taking a step forward but then stopping short. “I— hm.” David holds up his hands, a smile of surrender creeping from the corner of his mouth. “Hold on, this threw me off. Let me recalibrate for a second here.” 

He closes the door in her face, then reopens it, this time prepared to give a reaction of David Stoll-level believability. “My god— is that Pam Anderson?” He whistles lewdly and finally steps over the threshold, collecting Audra into a tight hug.

“It really does look great. You look good, Auds.” Though he’s smiling, his brow furrows slightly. In his arms, she feels noticeably thinner. David sweeps his gaze around the room before releasing her from the hug, all traces of concern erased by the time their eyes meet. “Where the hell have you been?”