Sawyer put her phone aside and bit her lip before she slid off her bed and got to her feet, running a hand nervously through her hair. While she was relieved that he was actually coming over when he wasn’t feeling that great, she was worried now more than ever. Still, the relief that he wanted to open up to her, that maybe she could help him get through things, was the persisting emotion, even if she was nervous.
She flexed her toes before she slid her feet into her slippers, walking out of her bedroom and down the stairs, glad that she was at her house rather than at the apartment. The house held more memories for her, as well as for Ryan, that much she was sure of, and she was even more grateful that her parents were still gone.
She got a quick drink of water and dumped out the rest of the glass in the sink, rinsing it out and putting it aside so she could reuse it later before she went to go sit and wait on the couch, wishing she had brought her book from upstairs to read. The thing was, she was sure she wouldn’t have been able to focus.
She let her mind wander over the events of the past few months, and was only shaken from her thoughts when she heard the knock on the door. She got up quickly and walked through the house to the front hall, going up on her tiptoes and checking to be sure it was Ryan through the peephole before she unlocked it. She had been actively working to be better at that, and had thus far succeeded.
“Hey,” she greeted him, an affectionate smile on her lips, though the underlying concern was evident in her eyes. She moved out of the way immediately for him to come in, tucking some of her hair back behind her ear.
He took a step back from the door and folded his hands while he waited. He’d been hoping maybe the walk would clear his mind, that maybe by the time he got here he’d be feeling marginally better about everything. But when the door opened and Sawyer came into view, he couldn’t make himself smile. His eyes lightened a touch, but the expression was otherwise neutral.
“Hi,” he replied, inclining his head ever so slightly in greeting. He saw her step back and instinctively moved forward, stepping through the doorway and into the entryway. He moved over towards the wall and slipped out of his shoes. “How are you?” he asked as he did so, not really wanting to leave it silent.
(Source: rymarshall)
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