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Sherry was watching that door open. She was wary. Hopefully the hours had been enough to right things; she certainly felt less aggravated. If he was still angry, well. She didn't know what she would do.

"We should talk." Might as well be blunt about it.

At least he didn't look angry. The rage was gone from his eyes, and Sherry let herself lower her guard a little.

But she didn't know what to make of the look he wore. Him not wanting to meet her eye could mean a million things.

"Well," she said, stepping toward his room, "I'd rather not have this conversation in the hall."

Sherry stepped in, on one hand upset that he wouldn't look her in the eye (or even at her, really) and glad on the other. It made it easier for her to look at him. But...maybe it was all her fault.

"Last night." The obvious. "What... What happened?"

She kept staring at him. She'd already determined he wasn't thinking straight. But was he saying he didn't remember? A hollow sort of feeling started growing in her chest. Fear, anxiety and the feeling of being forgotten. Which was silly, she told herself. Even so, she found herself feeling a little bit defensive.

"Define hurt. Threatened, yes. You pulled the dagger on me again. And..." Her hand rose to her neck and her eyes scanned the floor. "If I were a proper human you would have hurt me. Or worse. I think you wanted to." She looked up at him again. "You don't remember?"

"Well that must be nice," she said with a huff. It was important, Jake, how could you just forget again? Though... Sherry kind of wished she could just forget it.

She sighed. "Do you hate me?" His own question back at him. "Because no, I don't hate you, but... What happened last night, well. I don't know if it was my fault or outside forces or..." Another sigh.

Forgetting was a sensitive subject for Sherry. She knew that was tainting her view, even though she was giving him the benefit of the doubt.

Still, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Maybe...there is. Was. I mean... I don't mean it like there is something wrong. But." Another sigh. "Last night was just bad, anyway. I was angry too. Very angry. I wanted to hurt you." Admitting it out loud made her feel sick. "I think there was more...what with all the glass and whatnot. It's all broken, you know. All of it." Nearly all of her keepsakes were glass.

She fidgeted with her own ring. "I was scared. And... I'm sorry. I just..." She didn't eve know where she was going with it.

"It's not fine, and it's not all your fault," she said, looking at him. Even if there was something wrong...well. They could check in on that.

She didn't flinch when he took her hands. It wasn't like she was afraid anymore. The night before she'd woke out of a nightmare only to have him... She swallowed, not wanting to remember it. Her gaze settled on his face, searching. She'd come looking for an apology, a way to make things right again, wishing desperately for it to have been a mistake influenced by outside forces. And it seemed like she had what she wanted, mostly.

"Jake, I..." Why did everything make her cry? She blinked at him, trying to keep the tears away. "I can't believe you would ask me that." Not crying was a skill she really needed to master, and she gave her self a moment to breathe as she squeezed his hands. "I love you, too, and I don't want to leave. After everything else, everything, I'm certainly not leaving over this. I'm not leaving you unless you want me to. I love you too much."

Tears were running down her cheeks as she raised his hands to her lips so she could kiss his fingers. "Could you just do one thing for me? I need to hear you say 'sorry'. Please." She felt selfish and stupid for asking. But it was like when she needed a hug and nothing felt right until she had it. Even if it was just a silly word.