07-06-2013, 06:30 PM
Sera seemed to have things pretty well under control, truth be told. Justin probably didn't need to be there, but if he'd known that in advance he probably still would have come. That was just the kind of person he was. (Better to be over-prepared than unprepared.) When he came back to himself, he looked at Sera and saw the glassy sheen in her eyes and that odd not-quite-herself smile and her hand in Fairchild's hair and had to repress the urge to walk over and see if she was ok. To make sure she was still there (still Sera.)
Instead he ambled over slowly and leaned against the arm of the sofa, lending the familiar stability of his presence without being obtrusive. He glanced between the other two while they spoke, then at the screen, pretending to watch the game that Fairchild was playing.
If Sera's offer to pay off Byron's debts surprised him at all, he didn't show it.
Instead he ambled over slowly and leaned against the arm of the sofa, lending the familiar stability of his presence without being obtrusive. He glanced between the other two while they spoke, then at the screen, pretending to watch the game that Fairchild was playing.
If Sera's offer to pay off Byron's debts surprised him at all, he didn't show it.