OOM: Room 130

[watching_you]

As the sun sets, Veronica sits at the desk in her room, staring out the window at nothing. Though it's becoming darker in the room, she makes no move to turn on her lamp, despite the fact that soon it will be quite difficult to read the book spread open across her lap.

Truthfully, she hasn't even glanced at the book in over an hour.

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[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Subtle as a brick," Indy snorts.

"Okay, okay. I'll leave you in peace."

He removes himself from the couch and starts heading for the door. He knows he's just pretty much out-stayed his welcome, what little there was. To be fair, he hasn't felt entirely welcome since he first entered. And that just adds to his growing concerns about her.

The Veronica he's familiar with would never act like this.

[watching_you]

"That was never one of my fine points," she says, a little sadly.

Without moving from her chair, Veronica calls, "I'll see you later."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Yeah you will."

"Enjoy the rest of your brownie."

Before he closes the door behind him, Indy leaves her with a smile, cordial and friendly. However, the strains of worry and dismay are quite evident behind it.

[watching_you]

If Veronica notices, it doesn't show in her face, which slips once again into its blank mask as soon as the door closes.

She waits a few moments, listening to the echo fade in Indy's footsteps as he heads down the hall. Soon the sound, too, is gone, and the room is silent but for the shallow whisper of Veronica's breaths - and the quiet, final click as she turns off the light.