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It was amazing how fast one could accumulate stuff. Sherry sighed, folding another pair of shorts before dropping them into the basket. She had at least twice as much clothing as she'd shown up with. "At least it's not as much as had in my apartment." Even with 'so much' this whole move wasn't going to take more than a few trips, with help, anyway. Just had to clean out the wardrobe, strip the bed, and cart up the box of desk supplies. Most of her shirts and the boxes under her bed had already been carted off.

"We should finish far before it's time to return that golem,' she muttered. Which was good. They'd been at this only an hour, but Sherry was already a little tired. The folks in the infirmary had assured her she was fine, and more or less healed, but she was tired after that week of forced rest. Maybe letting Armagnac out to help with the move hadn't been the best idea. "At least the hole's closed up." Small victories.

"Hm?" Sherry wasn't expecting company, and Armagnac wouldn't have knocked if it were her returning from her latest trip. But someone had clearly knocked on her door. Okay, then. With a small sigh, Sherry stopped what she was doing and headed on over to open the door. She really didn't have time for anything but moving right now.

"Ch-Chester?" She blinked in surprised at the golem standing in the hall. She knew Jake had him back, and she was glad for that, but she'd not expected to see him again, ever, really.

Sherry closed her eyes for a moment, sighing again. Confirming her name? "You don't remember me either," she whispered. It took some effort to push away her disappointment, but she did.

"Sure," she said, looking at the weapon and putting on a friendly smile. "Come on in." She stepped aside, and gestured to the room. It seemed half empty, she was moving out after all, and she had been alone. "What can I do for you?"

"Well, it's good to see you again." Another smile.

Moving back toward the wardrobe, she continued pulling things out of it, dropping them into the basket. "What would you like to talk about?" She could guess, but she'd rather know for sure. Assumptions got her no where.

Sherry smiled again, even if he couldn't see it. None of it was Chester's fault, he didn't need to see her sad, or hear her bitter. "You're welcome." She couldn't help sounding a little tired, though. It certainly didn't help that her chest felt so tight.

"But there's no favor to return. I didn't do any of it in exchange for anything else. I helped Jake because I liked helping Jake." She shrugged. "I don't even expect him to tell me anything at this point, let alone help me with anything." With another sigh she turned to look Chester in the eye. "Didn't want to agitate me while recovering? Instead he left me to worry about him, and he didn't even bother to do more than a minimal check on me after a pumpkin tossed me around. I don't..." This time her sigh seemed more defeated than anything. "You say he cares... but I've seen him once since he dragged me out of that hell-hole. He would have dragged anyone out, I'm not special. I'm just...useful."

She wasn't going to let herself cry. "Armagnac's helping. So you don't need to. I can't ask you to."

The hug was a small comfort. It wasn't Chester's fault that she didn't find it super helpful. All the time she'd spent in the infirmary had allowed her to think, and when Jake didn't bother to check on her after the pumpkin, too, well- "No he doesn't." She shook her head. "I'm pretty stupid, but I'm not blind. He doesn't want to tell me anything, and he doesn't care. I'm only as important as I am useful. Which is fine. He's welcome to ask for my assistance as he needs it, but I'm tired of empty promises and lies." In a way, she was glad it was Chester there. She didn't think she could have told Jake any of how she felt.

"I just," the sighs stopped her from crying. "Another chance at what? Another couple months of lies? More getting nearly killed-- that's not fair." She nearly laughed. "All the missions are like that. But why do I have to give him another chance? I don't recall taking his chance off the table, but it's pretty obvious he doesn't want one. He hasn't even bothered to come visit me."

Sherry had once been amazed at how much words could hurt. Once. She knew before this, but they still stung. They picked at wounds in heart that had not yet healed, brought fresh pain to old scars. She shook her head, packing forgotten. "You know as much about what I feel as I do about what he does."

The fact that she was a crier made her mad, and she wiped a tear away because it was annoying. "I've heard some of his story, you told me and he told me. He told me the night he asked for a second chance. But then he forgot me. All of me. I remember my hands covered in his blood and he doesn't even know I was there. But you know what he did after that? He kissed me and said we could try the dating thing again, like before. I was happy. Stupid little me, since it was all a lie. He told me it was." Anger was evident in her voice. Damn safe emotion. "He only kissed me to gain info and get you back. He was going to toss me away afterwards. I still don't know if I should be happy or sad he wouldn't sleep with me."

A small laugh escaped her lips. "You can't tell me he wouldn't have helped anyone else in my situation. He's not the type to leave people behind. I don't assume he doesn't care beyond needing my help, Chester. I was in the infirmary for a week. A week. No visits, no texts. Hell, I thought he might have been executed until I'd asked someone about him. And then the first thing I hear from him is that he needs me somewhere because he needs a partner for something. I've never once rejected him, you know. But you're here and he's not."

She was tired. Tired and crying didn't go well together. "But that's not even the problem. I'm not sitting here waiting for him to come to me to see if he wants me. I'm giving him his space, Chester. He told me... He told me he can't be happy with me." She smiled again, and shrugged. "I want him to be happy. I know he's been hurt, so I just...figured I'd be here if he needed me. I don't know what to believe from him. He doesn't act like he cares, and it hurts. It hurts deep, deep down. But I still care. I still love him. So I'm here when he needs me." Another shrug. She was repeating herself. Stupid.