[ The distance any of them can trek is only so far.
She nods over at him, bringing a key out of her pocket and unlocking the front door, stepping inside. ] Okay. Come in, it's -- [ stopping to slip her shoes off only because that's respectful for her friends or whatever ] this way. [ She doesn't care if you take your shoes off, Damon. She's not the clean police. She leads to her room where there's just as few belongings as one might expect, looking back to make sure he closes the door. Her bed is made, messily but made (it's a good start to your day, making your bed, Malia Lydia has told her.) She stands, looking over to Damon, arms loosely crossing. ]
Okay. [ There has to be more than simple discussion, since with a glance at a camera, there's that reminder of how watched they always are. The creepiness. ]
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She nods over at him, bringing a key out of her pocket and unlocking the front door, stepping inside. ] Okay. Come in, it's -- [ stopping to slip her shoes off only because that's respectful for her friends or whatever ] this way. [ She doesn't care if you take your shoes off, Damon. She's not the clean police. She leads to her room where there's just as few belongings as one might expect, looking back to make sure he closes the door. Her bed is made, messily but made (it's a good start to your day, making your bed, Malia Lydia has told her.) She stands, looking over to Damon, arms loosely crossing. ]
Okay. [ There has to be more than simple discussion, since with a glance at a camera, there's that reminder of how watched they always are. The creepiness. ]