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Monday

Living here has its perks...she's up early and uses the lounge facilities to make up snack trays. Lots of hors d'ouvers and finger foods are spread out and the coffee is made. She parks herself on the couch to watch the morning news shows...when did Matt's hair change?

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CJ's watching TV.

Ooh, infomercials.

Off to 301.

Mmm...soap operas.

Soap operas, o rly?

Grissom stops by for finger foods, and ~~to omg check in on CJ wtf hello new neighbor!~~ to do some prep for 6th period.

Barely looking away from the drama that is Paris and Jeniska, she waves. "Hey, Gil."

Grissom looks over at the TV as if it may perhaps attack him at any moment.

"Are you watching this as some sort of research project, or for pleasure?" he asks, concerned about the possibilities of the latter.

"Therapy. My whole life isn't as bad as one week in hers."

She forces herself to shut it off and turns to face him,

"How's it going, Gil? I understand congratulations are in order."

"Oh... ahhhh..." He doesn't exactly blush, but he's clearly a little embarrassed. "Thank you. It was ~~an accident~~ rather spontaneous, I would have..."

"You know," he says, as if anyone would understand his ramblings even with a decoder ring.

She's trying to be happy for him...really. Contemptable relationship baggage aside, her smile is small and tight.

"Yeah. Well, good luck."

"Thanks."

He grabs a cup of coffee, and finally settles in. "Can I ask, I heard something about you unpacking on the radio... Did you move?"

It's the best way he can come up with to ask the question.

"Yeah. I'm in 128 now. It's...different."

Not quite certain what she ought to tell him, she takes a sip of coffee and just nods.

"Oh, then you live right down the hall from us," he replies, noting she didn't mention a suite, and therefore...

Although anything was certainly possible, and he wasn't one to leap to conclusions.

"How are you adjusting... to the dorms?"

"Good, I guess. It's quiet, mostly. Unless there's a glitter shooting robot or somebody skateboarding down the stairs. Fred and Ginger survived the move...so I guess I will too."

Still nodding, she looks down into her cup.

"I didn't realize you were down the hall."

"The first floor is rather quiet. Probably due to the faculty apartments, although there are a few students. Ms. Trebond, Mr. Kennedy... Sara and I are in 146, and 147. Two doors, one apartment."

He shrugs. "Over-enthusiastic gremlins."

"We must have missed the glitter robot and skateboarders this weekend," he blushes slightly, "but you should come by, or feel free to come by, any time you'd like."

Tucking her hair behind her ear, she offers him a genuine smile. "Thanks, Gil. That, um, that means a lot."

He nods.

"So... what's your room like?"

"Like any other studio, I guess. Little kitchen area. Desk, dresser, bed. It's got a huge closet, which is good. Um...yeah. You know. It's a place to sleep and keep my stuff."

Well, that answers that question, then.

It's not in his nature to press, and he thinks she'd tell him what happened if she wanted to discuss it, but he feels awkward and as if he should say something.

"Doesn't sounds too bad."

He takes a sip of his coffee, and crosses his hands on his lap.

"CJ... ahh, everything's okay?" Vague enough for her to dodge if she'd like, or talk if she wants, he thinks.

She arches her eyebrow as a half smile dances on her lips. "No, Gil. Everything isn't okay...but I'm fine. It'll work out. Really."

New pot of coffee, even.

Off to 401.

She's elsewhere.

Somebody else clean up...CJ's busy.

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