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[thenormalsquint]

Who: Angela and Barbara
What: Trying to reconnect with many feels.
Where: Babs' House
When: Newdi evening
Warnings: None as of yet.

She's only been gone about a week, but it feels like it's been so much longer than just a few days for Angela. Coming back to a place like Baedal is always bittersweet. Angela was more than happy being back home, seeing her father, her friends, even the cafeteria lady at the Jeffersonian who always snuck her an extra piece of chocolate cake. Her memory of any alternate universe was gone, fuzzy at the very best. It felt like nothing more than just a forgotten vague dream if she even did manage to squeeze something from her mind.

Life was good.

But now she's back, standing on Barbara's doorstep, hesitating whether she should ring the doorbell, knock, or just turn around and walk away. So many things were left unsaid between them. It was a fast friendship, one Angela dearly needs now that Brennan has gone home herself. Will Babs want to see her? Angela doesn't know. She's seen how differently people respond to others leaving and coming back. Some are grateful to see their friends once more, others are angry, rightfully so, for abandoning them. It's a flip of the coin here and the quarter Angela would usually flip is the round black plastic button encased in gold plated metal right next to the front door.

It's a gamble. This ain't Vegas, but Angela takes chances. This woman gets things done and that includes pushing her finger against a doorbell.

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[bodilesswarrior]

Barbara hasn't talked about Angela leaving.

She hasn't talked much in general, really, not even to Stephanie. It's been so much easier to focus on silent, solitary things. That's what she's always done, after all, when people leave.

She's on a rare break when she hears the bell, aching hands soaking up the warmth of a mug of coffee. For a fleeting moment she considers ignoring it, but no; maybe Steph forgot her key, maybe someone else needs her.

So she sets the mug on the coffee table, raises herself into her chair, and heads to the door. She opens it slowly, warily - until she gets a glimpse at you, exactly, is on the other side.

Then she all but flings it open, staring up at Angela with a nakedly stunned expression.

"Angela." There are so many emotions in her voice, all of them vivid and raw.