[He has to see this. Has to see her. As much as Isaac has adjusted to the idea that the Erica here and the Erica at home were the same people... it's difficult to parse, when he rounds the corner to the doorway and sees her standing in the room, taking her boots off.
She's wearing the clothes she wore to the rave. Isaac tries to think, how far does that make her? And more importantly- does it matter?
He doesn't embrace her like he was planning. Instead, he moves forward one step and then two, just watching her, slack-jawed.]
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She's wearing the clothes she wore to the rave. Isaac tries to think, how far does that make her? And more importantly- does it matter?
He doesn't embrace her like he was planning. Instead, he moves forward one step and then two, just watching her, slack-jawed.]
Erica. Are you- are you alright?