A/N: Chapter is set in like, 6 days after the last one, but I mention that in this chapter... huh. I don't know, I have nothing to tell you. You guys wanted him to ask her to move in with him, so, well... read on.

Disclaimer: Look in chapter 3, who says look in chapter 2, who says look in chapter 1.

Summary: Well, you should have read it before now, I mean, this is the 4th chapter, come on guys, I know you have more common sense than that.

A/N 2: Huh, on with the story.

Chapter 4: Maybe Next Week

He asked for her to move into his place six nights ago. And through much arguing, she accepted.

He took her under his wing, even when he hadn't seen her in almost 8 years. They knew that this wasn't supposed to be easy, and they knew that living with the other would bring questions, that didn't want to be answered, up. But they did it anyway.

Right now, she was setting things up in her room, mostly clothes and pictures, while she was watching a prime time show on the TV.

"Finally!" she said to no one. She was finished. Everything was organized and the way she wanted it, and... well, she liked it.

Tristan and she had spent the last few nights painting the room a nice shade of tan, with a darker shade on the woodwork. Everything was perfect.

A knock on the door sounded. "Come in, if you must."

The door opened and a head came in. "I must," was what he said before putting his whole body into the room. "It looks nice."

"Thank you. I did it all by my self, with a little help," she teased, putting out her fingers and imitating 'a little.'

"Hey!" he feigned hurt, by putting a hand over his chest, "I did almost this whole room!"

"That's only because I let you," she smiled a little, telling him she was joking.

"Sure," he said sarcastically.

She smiled a little more and put her head down. "I guess I should give Jon a call, telling him I'm..." she couldn't even finish the sentence.

"Yeah, I think that'll be a nice thing: to let him know," he wanted to make this subject lighten up for her.

"I think so."

"Well, I'll leave you alone to call him," he started to walk to the door.

"Wait Tristan," he stopped, "I think I'll just write him a letter instead."

"He hurt you that much, huh?"

"You have no idea," tears started to swim up to her eyes, as she sat down on her queen-sized bed.

She looked down and started to let the tears escape.

"Aw, come on Rory," he started to get close to her, "don't cry."

Tristan sat on the bed next to her and gathered her broken pieces in his arms.

"I don't know what went wrong," she muffled, crying on his shoulder.

"Sometimes, that's the mystery of life."

And to that she just started crying harder.

In about 20 minutes of her crying and him trying to calm her down, she finally fell asleep in his arms. Tristan gently set Rory down on her new bed and pulled the covers over her.

That had been the first mention of him, since the first time he met her again. Although, this one had tears. A lot of them, too.

Tristan turned off the television and sat down in the wicker chair across the room, just watching her. She looked like an angel: some of her hair streaked across her face; sleeping peacefully.

She stirred for a second, putting her arms above her head and laid on her back. She was just as beautiful as she was in high school, only matured, and slightly shorter hair.

But she was just as he thought she would look like. Not that he thought about that. He didn't... well, maybe just a little... okay, maybe a lot. He thought about her a lot. He wondered what she would look like, how she would act, if she already had someone else.

And she did. She did have someone else. But, he was there to pick up her pieces after what he did. That thing he did. Tristan didn't know, even yet. But he had a thought that it was bad. And anyone that would do that to his Mary doesn't deserve her. At least, in his eyes.

A/N: A little on the short side, but what comes up in the next chapter? That's right! Rory has to face Jonathan for the first time after what he had done. The thing is, Tristan is in the room with them, at the same time. Will he find out what happened? I don't know, you just have to wait and see.

!Paige!