Day Two, post-trial;

[chiseler]

[The trial had been a shitshow. That was fact. His nose continued to throb even after he applied the cold compress to it. That was also fact. But curfew was coming soon and he didn't have an appetite for dinner so he departed from his previous location and made his way back to his room.

Perhaps he should be embarrassed that when he enters the apartment shirtless with a bloody and wet shirt balled up and pressed to his nose Elizabeth is already there. Perhaps he should have some decency. But instead all he does is linger in the doorway as he studies her carefully. He takes a breath before shutting the door behind him, leaning against it.]

Well...guess that's one less person to fight with over the bed. [Even if it's a joke, it's obvious he's uncomfortable by the events of the evening. But he needs to gauge her reactions first.]

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[ If you look up shitshow in the dictionary, this trial is definitely pictured with the word.

Nutshots, bloody noses, innocent deaths, name confusion, and now... well, everything that transpired with body disposal. Elizabeth had retired to her room and gotten down to the night gown that was provided to her - a robe covering her frame for closure, even if it's probably for a guy. Whatever, modesty counts.

She was dressed down - hairpins out, make-up wiped off. Honestly, only her roomies will see her like this. Youthful. Younger.

When Luke comes in, she gives him a Concerned Glance before getting up from the end of the bed. ]

You can have it for the night. [ She was honestly going to steal it since she's stressed, but. Here you go, you deserved it. ] Keep your head elevated so the blood doesn't rush any further.