Lena turned her head to the side, away from the fire and Blake as the latter sat down in front of her. She swallowed, feeling even more alone as she sat there on the couch alone. She felt all cold inside, like she'd never be happy again. She tried to find her voice as Blake asked her a question.... Ch-- he said the 'Blake-thing' instead of just saying you showed up unexpectedly and I sort of.... went off....

Helena sighed and shook her head; she had a temper on the rare occasions it came out. I almost let it slip, and he noticed. I couldn't blatantly lie when he asked me. She swallowed and shook her head again, still not looking black at Blake.