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A month had passed.  A month in which her heart hurt and she had nothing that she could use to calm and quell this sadness.  No comfy drug den to bury herself in - nameless and faceless.  She had to wake up every morning and look at her stupid fucking face in the mirror and know that a good man was dead but she was alive.  The inability to do any sort of substance beyond nicotine had left her throwing herself into training.  With Wesley.  On her own.  She had even asked Evelyn a couple of times.  Anything to keep her moving and going and not slowing down to think too hard.

Bobbi turned the shower off and stepped out into the steaming room.  From the rack, she pulled a towel and began to pat away the moisture in her hair while she watched the droplets of water slowly slide down the fogged-up mirror.  She was glad she couldn't see her reflection right now.  She didn't want to see...

She tossed the towel aside and walked out into her room, steam billowing out from behind her.  Bobbi pulled on simple black jeans that were slightly cut up, a tank-top with a skull on it, and her leather jacket.  She made a quick stop in the kitchen to make herself a mug of coffee before starting her day on the roof as had become her ritual now.  She did her best to keep her mind blissfully blank while she ground up the beans, added water to the pot and pressed the on button.  But her thoughts had a way of traveling back in time.  She closed her eyes and breathed out a deep sigh.

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Wesley had needed to take the time to mull over things.  He had spent as much time with Wanda as he could before she had been carted off by Shield.  While useful, the information he gleaned had not been much.  He had also spent time reaching out to contacts and researching their boss - Gardner.  While useful, still not much.  He needed more.

When not snooping he was training with Bobbi or actively avoiding Watts.  The man had nothing but ill intent for him and Wes was not keen on making things worse.  As for Bobbi, she did not react as negatively towards him as she had in the past, though her words were often clipped and short.

Wes sat in the library, a mug of tea in one hand and an old American Western in his other.  He turned the pages in the paperback, enjoying the smell of old print.  A moment to relax.  To himself for quiet before the bustle of the day began.  He planned to soak up every ounce of it before Bobbi started on him about teaching her how to hit properly.  He sometimes wondered if it was to get revenge for Andrew or to punch Watts in his face.