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[enkelis]

( Clary huffs out a laugh, though it lacks any genuine amusement to it. )

That's true. Feels more like home than anywhere else right now. ( She breathes out slowly, inhales deep, repeats the process until she can feel her frayed nerves easing to some level of tolerance again, to not feel quite so stripped bare. )

I think that's the best place for me, until I figure out... everything else.

( What she's going to do about not going home, how to live in Temple when she spent so much time in the Court, how to exist as a whole person after hurting so deeply. )

[pauldron]

[Some things you can never figure out. A loss like this...it changes you. Irreparably. There's no getting around that, but Clary's trying. Until she can figure it our, or even if she never does, that space is still hers. Having the moon doesn't mean she has to be loyal, or stay here. Hell, Lightning's a fine example of that herself.]

Whatever you need to do. The only reason I come back here's the hot water.

[Which, to be fair, is a little harder to rig up in the warehouse given what it is. Still...she casts a look around the room, appraising. Her stuff seems to have moved with her. Good, and yet.]

Do you need a hand moving your things?

[enkelis]

( Clary huffs out a soft laugh at that. ) I think that's all I'd come back for, too. ( Like hell she's giving up hot showers, okay.

Looking around her room for a moment, she realizes that while a lot of her stuff moved with her, it'll likely be easier to keep a lot of it here; clothes to change into after shower and everything. It's why she shakes her head, barely. )

It's okay. I think- I think I'll pack up a box and bring it by once I've had a little more time to figure out the whole "don't constantly cry" thing. ( It'll give her some time to maybe try and process parts of what happened back home. )

[pauldron]

Don't force yourself to get over it. That just makes things worse.

[Their losses aren't the same, but Lightning--Claire--knows loss. She knows how this goes; the inability to face it, the unwillingness to deal with it because it just hurts too Much. She knows where that road can lead, and doesn't want to see someone she cares about repeat that mistake. So she sits there for a few seconds, trying to find the right words. Serah would know, but Serah isn't here. It's just her, and that's going to have to do.]

It's okay if you need time. I can handle lessons on my own.

[Like she has for the past...few weeks. fal'Cie, she'd really thought they'd lost Clary, too.]

[enkelis]

( Clary forces a smile, pained as it is. ) Thank you. For everything. ( For being there with her, for the advice to not force herself through it, for the offering of giving Clary some time to readjust to what her life is now. )

I'll probably be back this week. Having a routine again will be nice.

[pauldron]

[Oh, she knows that feeling. Routine, the sturdiness of things beneath your feet...it's something to cling to. When your world's been ripped apart all around you, it may as well be the only thing keeping you going. Something has to.

Even so...]

Take all the time you need. [She'll make it work. That said...she tilts her head gently.] Would you like to be alone right now?

[She doesn't think it's a good idea. After their parents died, she and Serah clung to one another, but...as quickly as she's become family, Clary's not Serah. It's her call.]

[enkelis]

( Allowing the loneliness, the reality of what she's facing, to settle in around her is probably not the greatest idea. But at the same time- Part of her knows that she needs to just sit with this, to process without feeling like she has to show she's okay, even remotely. So- )

I think so, yeah. Just for a little while. I'll come by the warehouse when I finish packing, if that's okay.

[pauldron]

It's fine. It'll be there whenever you're ready.

[Today, tomorrow, next week, next month. If time could heal all wounds Lightning would give it all to Clary, but...well. It's never that simple. Still, it seems like it's all she can do.

So, with a soft and sympathetic smile, Lightning gets to her feet. She reaches out, laying a hand on Clary's shoulder and squeezing firmly.]

Call me if you need anything.

[Anything. They have to stick together, right?]

[enkelis]

( Reaching up, Clary rests a hand on top of Lightning's, tilting her head to the side to rest it atop them both for a brief moment, allowing herself the comfort. Once her head is raised once again, her hand falls away, nodding. )

I will. Thank you.