[ it takes her a while, close to half an hour, but eventually she shows up, letting herself in with a bag stuffed with random food from the kitchen on his floor. she'd bring back whatever they didn't eat later, that wasn't an issue, the issue is that now that he's right there in front of her, the indecision of wanting to punch him or hug him is torn right in half. she drops the bag on the table, and immediately reaches to wrap her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a hug that's only semi-conscious of his injuries. she presses her face against his shoulder, arms locked that way now.
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deal with it, gibson. ]
You're an idiot.