Serena noticed Sebastian tense and looked around them. She didn't feel ill, so they weren't in any kind of immediate danger and not to mention with the wards up, she doubted it was anything with intent to kill. She allowed for her eyes to follow Sebastian's and caught sight of Gunner looking at them before walking away. Her heart hurt a little for him. She couldn't see his aura with her own eyes but she had seen how much he changed in the last two years and it wasn't because of his duty. She glanced at Anna as the two of them spoke, keeping quiet, not really knowing what to say. She gratefully leaned into Sebastian when he wrapped his arm around her.

She picked up there things and walked as the two bickered about what is was that Anna should do with Gunner. Although, it seemed to come to a similar consensus that she needed to speak to him. However, it sounded like Anna was doing to more for Sebastian's sake than for her own. Which might very well cause problems with Gunner's new... personality. She worried and just hoped that they could find it in themselves to look deeper than the surface and see that the two of them really did still care about themselves.

Serena carried their things into the room as Sebastian and Anna wrapped up their conversation, which was hardly wrapped up at all... Ending with Anna leaving them. She dropped their things on the couch and walked over to Sebastian, wrapping her arms around his waist, "Hey," She said quietly, brushing a piece of hair out of his face, "You aren't going to be able to fix this one," She told him. She knew he hated to hear it, neither of them wanted to plan around the separation to see their friends, "This is something that they are going to have to fix and us getting involved is just going to get things all mixed up."

She rose to her toes and kissed him, "I love you," She told him, sensing he was still upset about the goings on with Anna and Gunner, "And I love how much you care about people and especially Anna and Gunner... but for now... there isn't anything either of us can do."

She moved her hands from his hips and took hold of his hand and pulled him to the couch. She sat him down before sitting beside him and curling up against him, "Who knows... Maybe things will get better with them having to work together," She said before she gave him another kiss.
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Gunner walked into his room and tossed his things into his room before he grabbed out a bottle from one of his bags. A gift from one of the Elite, a expensive bottle of vodka. He opened it and chugged some of it down before closing it and placing it on the counter again. He didn't have classes until tomorrow and wasn't guarding until tomorrow night, now was time to deal with the fact that Anna was here. He moved to the couch and sat down, placing his elbows on his knees before he rested his head in his hands. Why hadn't anyone told him? Maybe had he known he wouldn't be getting attacked by this onslaught of emotions. 

Sadness from her ending it just because they'd be apart for a while... Something that he thought that their relationship was able to withstand. Something that he knew would kill him but they both had their duties, it was their job to guard the people who needed guarding and Anna acted as though he was choosing that over her. Anger for her even thinking that anything or one would replace her in his heart. For thinking that he was okay with leaving her, that he wasn't going to lie in bed at night thinking about her and how he would hold her and kiss her when they saw each other again. There was hurt and pain from seeing her after all this time only by accident... It made him curious if she knew he was coming, if she'd take the job if she knew. He knew that he would have, the warning would have been nice. Worst of it all, there was still that love in his heart for her. Love that he wasn't sure that she felt for him after two years and god, it hurt more than anything else to even think about. A few tears escaped his eyes as he let down that guard for a moment. If he didn't let him do this in his time alone, he surely would have gone mad by now. 

He stood and grabbed the vodka bottle again, he'd wallow and by tomorrow, he'd have recovered and could function properly as though his head and heart weren't in constant turmoil.