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She was on her bed, belly down, her feet up moving back and forth from time to time. The pillow was under her chest, her arms wrapped around it while she took notes. Yes, in that notebook. She'd ripped out the pages she's scribbled on in anger; they now rest in pieces in the trashcan with bits of broken glass.

No light came in from the window, no sunlight at least, for the sun had set. A breeze did come, ruffling the curtain. No glass yet, just a curtain to keep out the night. The room was still clean, though. The bed made, aside from the dents she was putting in the covers. Her coat lay over her chair and her boots sat by the door. The day was over and it was time to try and relax.

Sherry sighed and turned a page. "Interesting," she said, reading, and then writing more. Sprawled out on the bed before her along with her notebook were two other books, and the Life Hunter was trying to study.

It was a nice distraction from everything, really

Sherry turned the page, finding herself at the end of a chapter. "Oh," she said, sounding a little sad. This book was full of information, but somehow not enough.

With a yawn, she rolled over and sat up to stretch. She had enough information to find the place, and she could always do more research in person. Maybe she should see if Jake was up for a visit in the next couple of days. She kind of wanted to talk to him anyway.

Grabbing the phone, she typed out a short message.

Sherry had done a lot in those few hours, Jake. It had certainly felt a lot longer than it was. Besides, she was still feeling a little bit bad about... stuff.




Sherry slid off the bed and wandered over to grab a couple bottles of water and some crackers. A snack and refreshments.

Sherry waited in her room, back on the bed and nibbling at her crackers. She glanced at the book once or twice, and her notes. She hoped Jake would say yes to exploring with her. She really needed to get some information about this place.

She also hoped he wasn't too upset with her. She... was feeling very down about a few things. It was hard to forget them all, even though she was trying.

A very loud sigh escaped her.

"Hm?" Sherry perked right up at the knock. The idea of company, Jake's company especially, had her sliding off the bed and at the door in just a few moments. She knew it was likely Jake, though she had told him to come right in. He... probably didn't want to barge in. Or something. ...Yes. She realized then, again, that she had been far too forward. He had always been very respectful of privacy. Good job, she chided herself. Just suggest that he give that up.

Sherry did her best to bury the thought so she could smile as she opened the door.

"Hi! Come on in. I've, um... there are some crackers and water if you're hungry." So gourmet.

"Feel free," she gestured at the foodstuffs. It was all on the bed, next to the open books.

She was glad to see he seemed well. After everything.

"I have...well. Cleaning. Then I, went and did some wandering around. Did some chatting with folks. Just to get out of the room, you know." A small smile. She'd wanted to think and get some fresh air. Even though there was still plenty of fresh air coming in through the window. They'd told her tomorrow they'd be by to replace it.

"You?" She asked, genuinely wanting to know.

"Oh, that's nice, though. Relaxing." She didn't want to stop smiling at him, but her face did fall a little.

"Jake... I'm sorry. For upsetting you and everything. And for pressuring you for more out of our relationship." She'd spent ages thinking about these things. Proper wording, ways to bring it up in conversation....and then she just went and blurted it out. Right there at the beginning. She was sorry for that, too. "I, um, just wanted you to know."

It also seemed like she was not going to look at him, choosing to look at the floor instead.

She glanced at him, briefly, then away. "No," a sigh. "It's not your fault. I'm the one who made things uncomfortable. And I should have realized that sooner. There's nothing for you to be sorry for." She could feel the tears forming, and she did her best to suppress them. Way to make things even more uncomfortable.

"I just wanted to make sure you knew. And...and it won't happen again. I won't push, okay." He didn't have to live with her or sleep with her or...sleep with her. "Just...please tell me when I'm messing it up. I don't want to mess it up and make you upset."

Moving closer, Sherry reached out to take his hand. "I love you, okay. And I want you to be happy, more than anything else, that's what I want."

A sniffle (she was trying to dissuade the tears) and a laugh. "Sorry. That's not how this conversation was supposed to start."