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She's not too keen on the idea of actually walking into that place. It makes her apprehensive just thinking about it. She doesn't want to, she even shakes her head 'no', but then she remembers why she's here. For him, and there's a determination in her eyes that is fierce.
She slides out of the SUV and quietly shuts the door. Maybe she doesn't want to be seen, heard, noticed; she doesn't know why but she's trying to be as discrete as possible when she halts everything - her movement, her breathing, in her tracks.
She see's him coming out of the front entrance with a box under his left arm. His eyes are cast downward, so he doesn't see her yet. He's walking so fucking slowly. His shoulders are sagging and from the little facial expression she saw when he briefly looked up to glance at the stairs, she can tell how low he is. And even from this distance, she can tell he's crying and it saddens her. He's off, his form is off, hell, even his walk is off more so than usual.
She's in front of the SUV, so she gently leans back a little and waits for him. She looks down at the ground in front of her. She doesn't want to disturb him. And then she briefly wonders if this man could ever possibly be anymore disturbed than he already is.
A chill runs through her and she lets out a breath that is louder than she intends. And then she instantly freezes when she doesn't hear anything. Quietness is all that surrounds her; she can no longer hear his faint footsteps on the concrete in the night.
A/N: Another short chapter, I know. More to come soon. Also, I realize at the end of Endgame, there was a few boxes and paintings (and a hat), but lets just pretend it was one box. =)