Day 36: Waiting Room/Lobby 2

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Okita hadn't been expecting it when his nurse suddenly appeared in the Game Room. He'd expected to be left alone like last week, but instead she gently took him by the arm and told him he needed to say goodbye to Kaden for now. Okita assumed it was time for his visitor and waved goodbye to him, only to be led off himself. The swordsman had followed obediently into the Sun Room, but when he tried to go off to another room, she stopped him. "Not today, Julian."

Not today? Something about his nurse's demeanor seemed off, almost as if she were worried about something. It wasn't until she led him out of the Sun Room that he understood what was going on. He had a visitor. There were only so many people that would come to visit him in a place like this. His sisters, Tetsu, Kondou or... Okita didn't want to think about the last option.

Taking a step into the waiting room, he stopped at the door and turned to look at his nurse. "Are you sure you're not mistaken?" he asked, feeling actual fear for the first time in a long while. If this wasn't some strange punishment/joke for behaving poorly in the chapel, he didn't know what to do. Badou's graffiti was still on his hand and he quickly slipped that hand into his pocket. He could feel the pen there, clipped to the inside of his waistband. The nurse shook her head and moved to the side of the room, keeping a close watch on him as he stayed by the door, trying to hide his anxiety by feigning interest in the strange magazines on a table nearby.

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Oh, but Brittany noticed the smile. She was an expert at noticing every little variation in Sean's non-expressions. A smile was good--rare even at the beginning, before he started... fraying at the edges--and it sparked another smile in Brittany. He really was doing better, it had been the right thing to send him here, no matter how hard it was. "Oh, yeah, big help. Got you sent to this place. But you look like you're doing good."

As for her... "After all that, I ended up not going to Northwestern after all. Mom didn't want to let me out of her sight, the dorms at UC Santa Barbara were about as far as I could negotiate. She'd have a stroke if she knew I was here. But it's good, it's a nice school. Weather's better than Chicago, that's for sure." She wasn't seeing anyone, though there'd been that Army recruiter who'd been interested, but she wasn't sure that was exactly a good topic of discussion.

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Huh. Santa Barbara.

Angel frowned. "You left Sunnydale?"

Then again--he knew she'd stayed because of the Hellmouth. If there was no such thing, then...

What else was changed? She'd talked so much about having a normal life, but it so clearly couldn't ever happen that to see it actually come true now was jarring. But she was...happy. And to her, he wasn't in her life anymore, and that was probably a good thing.

Right. It wasn't as if they'd decided any different in the end, anyway, back home.

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"Sunnydale?" If that was a joke, it was going right over Brittany's head. "Is that what they call Santa Barbara in LA or something?" Well, it wasn't exactly unusual for Sean to be talking about something Brittany didn't quite get--their frames of reference had always been really different, given the age gap. "Anyway, I go home most weekends, to reassure Mom I'm okay and all. Plus to get some half-decent food and free laundry. Totally cliche college student, right?"