She'd had suspicions about where these came from, she can smell a whisper of Lucky Strikes under the honeyed sweetness of the blossoms. She takes them in and gets them in a glass of water, she retreads the note.
The problem is not that these are from Gerard, it's that she doesn't know how often Gerard is around and how long Sweeney is gone.
So she writes a note back, and slips it under his door:
Thank you, I love my flowers!
I'm doing great, you don't need to feel bad. It was a crazy night. I heal super fast and I'm not upset.
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Date: 2021-10-28 10:44 pm (UTC)The problem is not that these are from Gerard, it's that she doesn't know how often Gerard is around and how long Sweeney is gone.
So she writes a note back, and slips it under his door:
Thank you, I love my flowers!
I'm doing great, you don't need to feel bad. It was a crazy night. I heal super fast and I'm not upset.