((I'm warning you now I only had like 4 hours a sleep so if things dont sound
right...sorrrryyyy))
Nick stood by the bed either looking around the room or staring at the
bathroom door. "Yes, I still use that brand, there's nothing wrong with it,"
he told her before she ducked back into the bathroom.
Nick nodded a little then watched her hop around trying to get the socks on.
This would probably be funny or maybe something to laugh at if he was
actually in a mood to laugh. "Sorry for what?" Sits down on the bed, keeping
his gaze on Julia. "For dying? Why would you feel sorry for that? It wasn't
you're fault. Its only your fault when you are the one that caused the death.
So if you're thinking that I'm mad at you for anything, stop thinking it."
<< The others had stayed downstairs.. at least that's what Julia thought
considering they hadn't followed them up to his room.. and she accepted the
sweats and socks before, slipping into his bathroom in search of an extra
toothbrush, keeping the door opened enough for him to hear her movements and
pop her head back out, toothbrush in mouth and giving him a very familiar
mock bleck face "You still use this brand, bleck." Then she ducked back in
and rinsed out her mouth, finished brushing her teeth and coming out in the
clean sweats and carrying the socks "Remind me to get some minty stuff."
It was said casually, her mind not really on the topic at hand and more on
trying to process everything and get the socks on. She managed to get one
sock on, hopping toward the bed and barely managed to make it there before
landing on it to stick the other sock on. With that done and rolling up the
ends of the sweats enough so they didn't fall past her feet she looked up at
him and tilted her head to the side.
He looked almost like he expected for her to disappear and... ready for the
pain it would bring again.
"I'm sorry, Nick." she whispered, hating the fact that she had, by letting
herself get caught and -- she stopped that thought, her own gazed troubled
but refusing to look away from his "I'm so sorry I hurt you like that...."
She hadn't wanted to die... she definitely had refused to leave...
somewhere, but she couldn't remember it clearly, except to come back here...
and she wasn't going to leave here without a hell of a fight. >>
