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There hadn't been a destination in mind when she'd left her room, only a need to get up and move. A subconscious to run from her problems, when there really wasn't any legitimate means to escape them, not here. The best she could do was avoid them, and the emotions that accompanied them. She didn't know what she could have done to Mikeal to turn him against her, but the clear dislike he showed for her cut deep. Deeper than it should have, but then this had been something of a reoccurring problem for a large portion of her life.

She was on the edge of the town before she realized where her feet had been taking her, and frankly, of the people she could have gone to in that moment, Kai was probably the safest. No painful reminders of former friends. No deeper connections than friendship. Easy. Uncomplicated.

She stopped outside the apartment building, lips pursed as she tried to remember which was his. There was music floating down from one of the open windows close to the top, Dolly Parton. It could be him.

"Rupunzel, rupunzel," she called up, a hand cupped over her mouth to amplify her voice.

She blinked up at him, head tilting gently to one side. "I don't think so, no. " some want entirely sure why she was there, but that wasn't it.

When the door opened she shot the big man a warm, grateful smile, and slipped past him as he gestured her hp the stairs. From there, Peyton just had to follow the music to find his room. "You know, I'm surprised more trainees haven't moved out here. This place is definitely nicer than the basement." Some of them were probably used to their rooms by now, been in them long enough for it to feel like home. Still, who didn't like an upgrade?

Hand sliding into get back pockets, she glanced back at him, suddenly feeling a bit awkward having just shown up unannounced. "I'm not intruding or anything, am i?"

She took a seat on on the freshly cleared off bed, and when he offered it, she'd take the can of soda as well, popping the tab in a thoughtful manner before taking a long drink.

Then she was glancing around the room, taking in the papers, the cd player, whatever jumped out at her. "You still need a tattoo kit, don't you?" It was thoughtless, a distraction from what was actually bothering her, but that was sort of what she was after.

Distractions were good.