Her birthday has come and gone, slipped by with little regard. Waiting for him, pushing Gleb to simply speak to her again is all she really wanted which is what had brought her there in the first place. A need to see him, to explain herself, to break through the clouds again. She isn't wholly to blame, she knows she isn't. Everyone had played a part and the elevator scene hadn't helped matters.

But she has to have hope. Having faith in things to get better, at love finding a way is a bright light that has sustained her for so long. She isn't going to give up on it now. Not without trying.

Honestly she hadn't been expecting him to open the door. Taking a step back instinctively as the door gives way, she look at him, unshaven, with dark circles under his eyes and her heart hurts. He's hurting, exhausted and in pain and she's partially responsible that.

"I will go, but only after I tell you what I couldn't in the elevator. Please, just give me that," she pleads, voice soft. "You said you would never turn me away, so please don't start now."