[She finds him eventually. By accident, even. Though her gut twists and turns and she's so sick of herself, constantly thrusting her fits onto all her overworked and under-slept betters. They're so busy mopping up messes already and she keeps spilling more on what little clean space remains.
But she can't help it. When she opens the door to the library and finds him already inside, she's not got a mind to give him privacy.]
WEEK 4: Friday
But she can't help it. When she opens the door to the library and finds him already inside, she's not got a mind to give him privacy.]
...Did your experiment work?
[Easier to talk about that than much else.]