[center][color=#ead2b2][h3]Darlene Kate Revie[/h3][/color][/center]As Darlene waited to see if Duncan would appear, she noticed how the place seemed more deserted than it had been a few days ago. He hadn't really...? No. Those lights she had spotted in the distance, that must be where he was. She considered going to look for him there, but decided to wait a while longer in the car.

Sure enough, he returned. She felt herself getting jittery as the sound of an approaching vehicle reached her ears, not sure how she would be received. The answer: not very nicely. Her hopes plummeted as Duncan didn't even look at her or read her letter. His first words told her that she could sleep on the couch. That was... so very nice of him? She hadn't come to take up space, but she didn't voice that thought. [i]If[/i] he read her letter, he would know.

It was fine. She could deal with mad. He couldn't keep it up forever. Still, internally she compared the previously cheerful and welcoming Duncan... to this now. So different. 

[color=#ead2b2][i]Nice to see you too.[/i][/color] That remark wormed its way into her mind, but she pushed it away, refusing to voice those words.

Instead, she followed Duncan inside. She wasn't sure which was more shocking, him removing his shirt so nonchalantly in front of her, or the scars that adorned his back. He didn't really care, did he? Didn't care about concealing... and didn't care that she was a girl. Not that it was anything outrageous, removing a shirt, it was just that... well, the only person she ever really saw without a shirt was her father, but he was older. Oh, and one or two times at the swimming pool. But she didn't really swim much.

Anyway. She averted her gaze for both reasons, trying not to dwell on the scars too much.

The shirt went into the garbage can? Though Duncan did look quite dirty, she didn't get why he wouldn't wash it. Perhaps it was easier for a man to throw stuff away and get another new one, especially since now you didn't have to pay for anything with money.

She waited patiently while he showered, running over the possible things she could say if he still didn't read her letter. When he finally appeared, she took a second to look over his attire-- identical to what he had worn earlier. It didn't take long for her gaze to narrow upon the sticker left on his shirt. 

[color=#ead2b2]"I'm sorry."[/color] She spoke as she got up from where she had seated herself. Sorry. For leaving like that. For not being able to deal with his past calmly. For not accepting him as he was. For so many things. Darlene moved towards him, reaching out to remove the sticker from his side. [color=#ead2b2]"Please... just read what I wrote. Just that one thing, and then I will leave you alone if you wish things to be that way."[/color]