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Fandom Post Office, Monday, 11/26

Annette didn't make it back to Fandom last night. She didn't make it back this morning either. It was afternoon before she dropped off her luggage and hurried to work, thankful that Gladys had been manning the counter for her.

"You Look Funny," she said, staring at Annette.

"I fell, Gladys, but I'm okay," Annette answered. "I'm sorry I'm late..."

"You Shouldn't Be Falling Like That. I'm Going To The Back Now," and she turned and walked to the back, towards the sorting engine, leaving Annette to handle customers did they come in.

The Post Office is open.

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She's here to help you.

Billy had mail to mail. Imagine that. Christmas cards even. What the hell?

"What the hell?" he blurted out when he saw Annette.

"Um, hi Billy," she said softly, not even trying to hide the fact that she knew he was referring to her cheek.

"Are you okay? What happened?"

"Um, well, someone's fist kind of connected with my face," she murmured.

"Who's?" Billy asked, quietly. It was, some might remark, rather like the Baroness' tone, when she was about to do something very unpleasant, but was acting like she wasn't.

Annette's never seen Billy like this; she answered him immediately. "My ex, Trevor."

He forced himself to calm down. Be angry when you find him. Don't scare Annette. "What happened?" he asked, sounding less dangerous.

"I went home to try and talk some sense into him and he thought tying me up and knocking me out was talk enough," she frowned and felt ill. "I guess. I don't know. I think he's crazy."

"Little bit." he agreed, keeping a tight reign on his temper. "How'd you get away?" He was working up to the important questions. What's his name, where is he, that sort of thing.

"Um... well, I was hiding in the bathroom and he came in and grabbed me and, well... he was holding me with his hand over my mouth and suddenly he was shot, just like that. His ear came clean off..."

That helped Billy calm down a bit. "Who shot him?"

"It was an accident! My dad didn't mean to do it!"

"Why-" Billy almost asked 'why not'. But he stopped himself. "I think I rather like your father."

Annette's face fell. This weekend had just been too much for her. "I... I..." she sniffed and tried not to cry.

Crap. "I'm sorry, bad joke. I'm sorry. I'm just glad you're okay." He wondered if this was the point where he should offer a hug or something.

"It's okay," she said quietly, and a hug would be very very nice.

"Do, uh, you need a hug? Or, or something?" Billy had grown quite a bit since coming here, but he was still unclear on hugging etiquette.

A hug would be perfectly fine, definitely. Annette came from around the counter and nodded, coming to stand before him and looking up at him with eyes that were a touch sad.

And so Billy hugged her. "You look adorable like that by the way." he teased.

Annette hugged him back, clinging in a clingy sort of way. She closed her eyes and mumbled, "What sort of way?"

He didn't mind. He liked hugging her. "That way, just before I hugged you. That little, lost puppy look."

"Oh," she said, not moving yet. "I kind of feel like that today."

Billy wasn't in a huge hurry to move either. "I'm glad I could be here to help."

"This hug is nice and what I needed," she pulled back slightly and looked up at him, feeling a touch embarrassed. "Thanks, Billy."

"Hey, anytime." He was slightly less embarrassed, but only slightly.

She smiled and reached to run her hand down him arm before she took herself back behind the counter. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Oh! Right 'cause this is a post office. Yes I have letters to mail."

"Then I will take care of that for you," she said, feeling a little better.

"Thank you."

Mod away.

For your use.

Rough morning at the doctor's... ugh.

*hugs*

*clings*

*snuggles*

*snuggles you*

*hugs*

*hugs back*

*hugs*

I need these today. *hugs tight*

*hugs like whoa*

*hugs tight*

*hugs*

*hugs you*

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