Arranging to visit Star City hadn’t been an easy task, not among everything else, but Crystal fought for it, because every bit of news arriving from here made her worry more and more for Luna. It seemed more of a disaster than the rest of the world, by far, and eventually Medusa had relented and agreed it was due time for Crystal to pay a visit. Immediately upon leaving the introductory meetings she had, she made her way over to try and see Luna.

Of course, it was never as simple as just seeing her daughter. Crystal knew that trying to catch Luna as she arrived home from work also presented the chance of running into her ex-husband, a prospect that never failed to make her anxious. But she’d just gotten to the city, and had a free moment, and the time she’d cleared to actually spend time with Luna was a whole day and a half away, so she took the chance, and knocked on the door. 

She’d even packed food to top of the cliche. She was really doing the damn thing.

“Amour,” She grins, lolling her head back, squinting a little at the sun and reaching out a sandy hand toward him as he approached. “It’s good to see you, It’s been ages,” She teased leaning up to kiss his cheek, sitting up now and crossing her legs.

“And in case my company wasn’t incentive enough, I’ve brought food,” there was no sense in asking if either party was hungry, the answer was yes. “If I had to grade one more half-assed paper today, my head was going to explode. I’m quite glad for the handsome distraction.” She dusts off her hands. “Catch me up, what have I missed?”

WM: Will you not be joining us? I can guess the answer but thought I'd ask. Your dear old sister, out here all alone.

Aurora was fidgeting a little, waiting for a knock. She’d already breezed through the house and picked up anything that looked remotely like she hadn’t made it off the couch in three days. She was just kind of down. There was the Pietro thing but more than that she was upset about how things were with Anna right now, but that felt like the sort of thing she should probably keep to herself where Pietro was concerned.

When the knock came, her stomach sort of flopped and then got that sort of going-down-fast-on-a-roller-coaster-feeling she got when she saw Pietro and despite her embarrassment and the awkward texts she had read no less than 100 times, cursing herself in French all the while, she couldn’t help a dopey grin when she pulled the door open. “Hi.” She moves out of the way. “You alright?” She meant, in the general sense. He had been working a lot, she hadn’t heard from him in a few days, she had to assume that meant he had been swamped.

WM: I talked to Tommy.

WM: and made you Janija

AB: I don't want to grade papers anymore.

AB: Perhaps you could distract me.