[Hanna]

[little_duck]

Prim stands outside the door to Hanna's apartment, smoothing out her skirt. While she knows that Hanna would never turn her away, Prim has a hard time shaking the shyness of her childhood. As usual, she takes a deep breath and knocks. Some of the butterflies in her stomach, she knows, are just a side-effect of seeing her friend-- a happy kind of nervous, really.

There's a small, carefully wrapped box in her messenger bag that she hasn't given to Hanna yet. It had taken her a while to find exactly what she wanted to give Hanna, and then a little longer to have it put on a proper chain.

Shifting the bag on her shoulder, she waits for the door to open.

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[little_duck]

"I thought..." Prim starts, but she doesn't know how to finish it. She scrubs at her eyes, starts making sure she has her things, moves towards the door. The words find her a second later. "I thought you might be happy with just me. I didn't know I should tell you not to do that."

Her mouth tugs as if in spasm. "I have to go," she says, voice breaking. "I have to go." Her hand finds the doorknob and turns, letting her stumble out into the hall. She starts running, and she doesn't stop until she's on a train, knees pulled up to her chest, sobbing.