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Outside J,GoB, Sunday Afternoon

Mother's Day wasn't really a thing for Shadowhunters. Regardless, Isabelle had heard about it enough over the last week or so that she'd actually ended up taking off for New York on Saturday morning. She'd even brought roses for her mother. And they'd spent some nice family time together. It had involved various kinds of Shadowhunter-y practice. Were you surprised?

Isabelle had stuck around for a while this morning – to take full advantage of the training room, and her room, and having her family around her – but she was already back in Fandom now. Too much of a good thing, or something. She had a soda and a pastry, and was sitting outside J,GoB, just watching the occasional townsperson pass by, and wondering how she'd ever managed to adapt to a place this small.

Maybe she wasn't such a city girl through and through after all.

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She hadn't been the only one to take a trip to New York this weekend. His hadn't been as action packed as hers since his mother was still unwell but she'd been well enough to take a walk outside with him so that'd been nice.

He'd helped her paint a few things for her room and then had breakfast with her before he'd headed back, promising to visit again soon.

So, he'd be one of those occasional townspeople passing by, bag slung over a shoulder and earbuds in (hey, he actually did listen to music sometimes) so he wasn't immediately aware of his surroundings.

It didn't take Isabelle long to spot him. She was generally very aware of her surroundings, and also, he was getting to be one of those people she could've picked out of a crowd pretty fast. (Okay, he'd been one of those people for a while now. Shhh.)

She gave him a little wave to try and catch his attention.

And Flick wasn't that up in his own head that he missed out on that movement from the corner of his eye. When he glanced over and saw who it was, he pulled one of the earbuds out and wandered over.

"Working on your tan?" he asked since it was as good a greeting as any.

"Obviously," Isabelle drawled, like only a really pale person could. Maybe it was the Shadow part of Shadowhunter that kept her from tanning basically ever. "What's with the bag?"

"Spent the night in New York," he said, glancing down at the bag and shrugging. "Needed to bring some things so I'd be able to get back here, clean shaven and fresh smelling. Even if I'm sure I could pull off rugged and dirty well enough."

"Ah, that's the advantage of going back to an almost fully-stocked bed room," Isabelle replied and patted her own bag that was on the table next to her drink. Just a small bag for essentials like her wallet and her phone; basically just a clutch. "No need to lug much stuff around."

Flick shrugged a shoulder. "I haven't really got a solid home right now so not something I can do right now. Besides, I slept on a couch in my mother's room. Wouldn't have had access to a fully stocked room even if I'd had one."

"I was just implying I went to New York too," she said with a small smile, leaning back in her chair. "How was the couch?"

"Not the most comfortable couch in the world but I got by," Flick replied, rubbing the back of his neck and then sliding his fingers through his hair. "How was your trip? Get to enjoy that bed you say is even better then your bed here?"

Isabelle gestured idly to the chair next to hers.

No, that was not an answer to his question. Just an invitation.

"Of course," she said. "And it continues to be superior, I'd missed it. The training room, too. And the kitchen."

And it was an invitation he would gladly take.

"Surprised you even came back," Flick quipped, dropping into the offered seat and sliding his bag off his shoulder. It got dropped near his feet. He stretched his legs out and worked some kinks out of his neck by rolling it back and forth.

"All that superiority had to be hard to leave," he added casually.

"That's why I'm already back," Isabelle quipped. Her foot nudged one of his as she stretched her legs out. "Staying too long makes it too hard to leave."

That was true, but only in certain small ways.

Flick gave her foot a nudge back and then just let his foot rest against hers since they were there and all. Why not?

"Aww. My heart aches for you," he said, glancing over. "You make such sacrifices so we don't miss your presence here."

"It's not about you," she told him mock haughtily, glancing over before reaching for her drink. "Any of you. I'm just not done experiencing Fandom yet."

"I didn't think it was about me," Flick replied, shaking his head. "I know better than that. I was speaking in general terms. It's as good enough reason as any."

Isabelle rolled her eyes and gave his foot another little nudge.

"Anyway," she said, "it was a good trip home."

"Good," Flick replied, glancing out at the street quietly for a few seconds. "And now you're back to experience...whatever is left for this place to offer. Seems like a fair tradeoff."

Sarcasm. Sort of.

"Probably more fair than you think."

She sipped her drink.

"And that means...?" Flick asked after she'd finished taking her drink. Curiosity and all.

Isabelle shrugged. "You sounded sarcastic," she told him. "There's a lot of pros to New York – a lot – but Fandom has its own, too. I didn't mind coming back."

"I'm always sarcastic," he said dryly. "And I didn't think you really minded coming back since you came back and all. If there was nothing worthwhile on this island, you'd leave."

Flick shrugged and looked over at her again.

Isabelle ended up rolling her eyes again. Probably for a few reasons that didn't even all have to do with him.

"So how was your trip, apart from the couch?" she asked, changing the course of the conversation some. "How's your mom?"

Flick shrugged a shoulder again and looked down at his lap. "She's fine, I guess. Had a good enough day that we were able to take a walk outside yesterday and then had some breakfast this morning."

So, that was good. It was a little sad too but mostly good since he knew it was progress. "That was about the extent of things."

He'd thought about finally going to see Frank but there were things holding him back from that for the moment.

Isabelle nodded. "Sounds nice."

Under the circumstances, anyway. Or something. She wasn't always the great at this social talk thing, even when her interest was genuine as it was right now.

"I'm glad it didn't suck."

She was amazing sometimes.

So amazing. Flick knew she was trying though so he wasn't going to be sarcastic or flippant.

"Yeah, so am I." No, he was going to be succinct and quiet about it. Couldn't help it, his mother was a difficult subject. He glanced back out at the street, looking thoughtful.

Isabelle had half a pastry left, so she went back to eating that quietly for the moment. With an idle glance or two towards him.

She had some thoughts too. Probably nothing she'd share.

And thus, there was a silence. Not really anything uncomfortable but something that had Flick fidgeting slightly nonetheless. He rubbed his thumb along his lower lip absently.

Flick kept his eyes on the street while the silence lengthened.

And Isabelle was still quietly eating. Quietly observing him too, although she was being idle and not too obvious about it.

Once the pastry was all gone, she licked her fingertips.

Flick stayed quiet, wondering if maybe he should have just gotten his bag and started back to the dorms. He didn't know what else he was supposed to do since talk of his mother had seemingly shut things down.

Too many issues, in his mind.

Flick pulled his feet back, tucking them underneath the chair. His hands got dropped in his lap and he squinted up against the sun.

Isabelle, meanwhile, leaned towards him before she reached out and touched her fingers to his chin, to try and get him to turn his head and lean a little closer.

For a reason.

There wasn't much to keep him from resisting. No one interesting passing by and no real reason to not look over at her when her fingers touched his chin.

He just hadn't expected it considering the open place and the way they'd found their way into silence. But, he did turn his head towards her, maybe looking a little sad as he did that. Not because of her, though. Just a lot of other stuff.

"Hey, don't look like a sad puppy," Isabelle told him. Kind of just blurted it out. Oops.

Oh well, she went ahead with giving him a light little kiss, anyway. That had been her plan here, even if his sad look maybe changed the tone of it a little.

"This is my regular face," he murmured after she'd kissed him. He blinked a few times. "I always look like a sad puppy."

No, he didn't. He knew that.

"That's not true and you know it," she retorted, pulling back a little but not too far away. A sort of a respectable distance for a public place, but between people who were close. "You don't even always look like a puppy, let alone a sad one."

"I was just thinking."

Surprise, surprise.

"But, I'll do my best not to look sad," he promised, shrugging one shoulder and smiling briefly. "I'll contain it."

"Why are you sad, Flick?"

Or, you know. She could ask about it.

"Don't worry about it," he told her, shaking his head. "Same old, same old."

Old issues, new issues, insecurities, paranoia, the whole world.

"Nothing a long shower and a bed won't cure." Hopefully.

Isabelle smiled at him a little bit. God, it was almost as if she was attempting to be reassuring, or something.

"Well at least there are lots of both available at the dorms."

Also, showers and beds were much easier for her to handle as cures for sadness than anything actually emotional.

"Mmm. That is true," he said, reaching down for his bag and sliding it over a shoulder. "Should probably get to that since I'm just gonna end up bringing you down if I stick around here, I think."

He could feel the maudlin approaching.

"If that's what you think is best."

There was a small hesitation at the start of that, maybe, but it wasn't really her call either way.

Even if he was feeling strange, Flick was still fairly observant. And while he'd gotten his bag over his shoulder, he hadn't left yet. He tilted his head.

"What?" he asked, inviting her thoughts on the matter if she'd give them.

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She shrugged.

"Do you want to be alone?"

She wouldn't be quite so straightforward with volunteering her thoughts, but she was still volunteering something.

Flick didn't say anything for a second or two. That was mostly so he could feel himself out on if he wanted to be alone versus needing to be alone for everyone's well being.

Eventually, he shook his head. "No. Do you wanna come with me?"

"Sure."

Well, that was easy. It wasn't really an absent, non-committal 'sure, whatever', either. She just didn't like the directness of an actual 'yes' right now.

She was already reaching for her bag.

Flick nodded and stood up, draping his bag over his shoulder and stepping away from the table so he could wait for her to get her bag and join him.

And then they'd be off to his room, most likely, where he'd try and relax and take some comfort in her presence for as long as she'd let him.

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Isabelle grabbed her bag and got up in one smooth movement. She even bumped her shoulder against his when she moved away from the table.

Maybe he could rely on her for comfort for a while.

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