[week four - monday]

[ Xion does not immediately hear about what happened at the Bank/Post Office. She was not around to witness any of it, and given that she's mainly confined to the hotel these days, it's probably some hours before someone comes around that can let her know.

The moment she does hear, of course, is not a good moment.

There aren't words in her vocabulary to describe the feeling in her chest that comes with knowing Shinnosuke and Jason were both so badly hurt, but at least they're both alive. Jason's injury might be the more horrifying of the two.

Given that, and ... some other considerations, Jason is the person she goes to see first. It isn't until late evening, given that she knows they both need time to rest and heal, and also given that even if it's not a far walk, it still takes her longer than it should to get to the clinic.

She also had a lot to think about, in the meantime.

Xion has a small bag hanging off her wrist as she heads over. It's got a few supplies in it, things she thinks might be helpful or just nice to have. Seeing the clinic makes her pause, because - so much has happened here already, hasn't it? And more will continue to happen. It's a grim thought she tries to shake off, because neither boy inside needs that from her right now, and heads in.

Given that Shinnosuke ... seems to be out right now? Hm. Xion will just make a beeline for Jason. ]

Jason... [ Gentle, very quiet, unsure. Is he even awake? ]

[week four - tuesday]

[ It's really the events of yesterday that set this off.

Or... maybe it started earlier? Maybe she's been thinking about it since that conversation last week...

It's given her a lot to think about. And a lot to think that maybe she's overthinking. She's heard so many definitions of the concept of love and still hasn't the slightest idea of how to apply any of them to herself. It still seems so unreal, so unattainable, so ... human.

But then, what is ... this?

So anyway, she needs her dad. So Tuesday evening she goes to find him, feeling quiet and pensive, though she's not upset. (Not like she was yesterday, after the news came down of who got exploded this week.) ]

Dr. Lecter? [ She'll even smile a little, so at least whatever's bothering her isn't an emergency. ] Sorry to bother you... are you busy?

[ She does feel a little guilty for just ... bothering him like this all the time. Or rather... it feels like she takes so much from him, with so little to offer.

Which ... gives her something of an idea, once he (hopefully) agrees. ]