Arizona woke up with the sun streaming in through the slats over the window brightly over her eyes. As a result, she tried to squeeze her eyes shut as tightly as she could, which did absolutely nothing to help.
So she opened them, and for the first few moments, she was genuinely confused as to what she was doing… here.
Until she remembered that here was Callie's. Because that was where she came last night, when everything at school had felt like it was too much. Here was Callie's, where she had bawled her eyes out all over the brunette.
Her eyes felt sore, and she knew that they would be puffy if she looked in a mirror. And for some reason, after she cried, the back of her throat hurt. Like every breath of ragged air she had to breathe in through her tears dug in too deep.
That feeling was here right now.
Groaning, she brought her hand up to her eyes to block out the sun, and blue eyes closed again to act as even more of a shield. It was only then, as she wiggled a little, that she realized exactly the position they were in.
Truthfully, she didn't quite remember going to sleep. She remembered… sobbing – embarrassingly – into Callie's shoulder, soaking her shirt. And then nuzzling closer against her, because she felt good and she had such soft skin. And Arizona had cried more with her face pressed against Callie's neck.
All she remembered dimly was the way Callie's hands had stroked over her back and into her hair; she figured that she must have cried herself to sleep.
Which was… disconcerting enough on it's own.
It was even worse that she knew she must have fallen asleep actually on top of the other girl. And now, she could feel Callie's warm breath on the back of her neck, which made her shiver. An arm was curled protectively over her waist, holding her closely, and she was aware of the way Callie's body was molded behind her, as the big spoon in the situation.
Biting her lip, she recognized that despite the fact that her body felt cozy, the voice in her head that was telling her to get away. Quickly. Because this was a kind of intimacy that made her stomach twinge all weirdly, and her entire body tensed without her even meaning it to.
As lightly as she could, she reached down and took Callie's arm that was strewn over her waist, and pulled it up and off of her waist as she simultaneously inched out away from the warm embrace.
She paused at the small sound Callie made in the back of her throat, a quiet whine, as she rolled into the spot Arizona had just occupied. Her hand reached out and grasped at the pillow, right where she would have been laying her head, and the small frown that appeared on Callie's face made her feel bad for just a moment.
But then it disappeared into a sleeping serene look once more, and so did the guilt. She just… had to think about things.
Things like how yesterday afternoon, things just seemed to go from bad to worse, and she hardly made it through cheerleading practice without going completely ballistic. Like it was somehow her fault Megan and Sadie had gotten into a fight and that they had to subsequently pull in girls from JV and teach them the routine.
After practice and another run-in with April… well, she just had to get away. Away from being the head cheerleader and the sorority president and the apparently sub-par member of mock-trial.
That last thought made her scowl, as she stood up and wrapped her arms around her waist.
As quietly as she could, she tiptoed to Callie's bedroom door, and slipped out into the… well, everything else, basically.
She hadn't taken a good look around last night; her mind had been elsewhere and then as soon as Callie had pointed out her room, she'd immediately gone in there. As she pulled Callie's door closed behind her – wincing at the way it squeaked – she took the time to look around now.
The living room area and kitchen were separated by a small, rickety looking table and two unmatching chairs. It was oddly charming, she thought, and walked over to run a fingertip lightly over the back of one.
The kitchen had older appliances, but clearly functional. Spinning around, she turned to look at the other room. The living room held a small television in the corner, situated on a small table. And in front of it was a loveseat couch and a reclining chair. She wondered if the recliner even really opened, because there wasn't very much space for it.
But like the kitchen chairs, everything in here was mismatched, and she found it appealing. Maybe it was because in the house she'd been raised in – her parent's house – everything was pretty and pristine and perfect.
Perfectly matching.
Perfectly spotless.
Perfectly perfect.
Shaking her head, because god, is she feeling all out of sorts today, she made her way to the bathroom, which was her initial target after getting out of Callie's bed.
As soon as she closed the door behind her, she made her way to the mirror and grimaced. Yeah, it was as bad as she thought it would be. All around her eyes was puffy and still a little red, and her cheeks were a little red, too.
Probably because Arizona didn't often let herself cry. Or, she tried to keep it together for as long as she could and bottled it all up, and then once the crying did start, it was usually hard enough to burst a few blood vessels.
As evidenced by her face.
Shaking her head at herself, she leaned over to splash some cool water over herself and sighed at the feeling. It was calming.
After a few minutes, she decided it was probably best to go to Callie's room again and… she didn't know exactly what her plan was from there. Gather her items and leave? That seemed a little tactless, after Callie had consoled her for who even knew how long.
Just as she reached out to open Callie's door, she heard, "Thank god you're going to Callie's room. For a second there, I thought there was a break in."
She squeaked, actually squeaked, and it was embarrassing, as her cheeks heated in a blush and she jumped from the surprise. Spinning around, she lifted her hand up to her rapidly beating heart, to see a dark haired woman standing in the kitchen. She was carelessly munching on handfuls of cereal that she was eating directly from the box, as she eyed Arizona up and down in appraisal.
Arizona nearly felt like fidgeting before reminding herself that she did not fidget to strangers, and she stood with her shoulders squared back, and she lifted an eyebrow back at the woman.
Who just continued to speak, as she lifted a hand to vaguely gesture to where Arizona was standing, "I mean, not that you would do much damage, really. Even if you did take the shitty tv, you probably wouldn't be able to carry much else."
She took offense to that; she didn't bust her ass at practices every week, and partake in sports since she was very young just for fun, "I could carry off more than you think."
The woman lifted an eyebrow at her before snorting out a laugh, "I mean, I don't know why you're standing in my apartment as a stranger and telling me that you could rob me with ease. But okay," she shrugged, before continuing, "I didn't really hear anything when I came in last night, and I didn't get in late. Weird. You and Callie must have been quiet."
As she looked down at herself, appraising the way the other woman had just been doing moments ago, she realized how this must have looked. Because she was wearing the baby blue thin long sleeved shirt that she'd worn here yesterday, and it was rumpled to hell because she'd slept in it.
But it also looked the same way it would if she had just thrown it on after it had been on the floor all night. Her jeans – ugh, she'd slept in jeans – looked much the same way.
It took a moment for Arizona's mind to catch up to her statement, and she felt herself blush, "I – we – no," deep breath, "Callie and I didn't… we're friends. I needed somewhere to spend the night," she somewhat explained.
But the brunette just shrugged, and are more cereal while giving her a curious glance, "Sure."
"I'm Arizona," she offered, and debated offering a hand. But they were a little bit away from one another, and the woman's hands were busy as she ate her cereal.
She didn't seem offended that Arizona didn't put forth the effort, but her eyes lit up in recognition, "Arizona? Letter girl?"
The feeling she got in her stomach at this was the same one she'd gotten last night when that redhead – Addison, she reminded herself – knew who she was. She didn't know exactly how to place the feeling it gave her. It wasn't a bad one necessarily; she did enjoy that she was a real part of Callie's life, because Callie was a real part of hers.
And that these people who were important to Callie knew about her solidified that. Then again, Callie was a very real part of her life, and her 'friends' didn't know about the other woman, so… she didn't feel like thinking about that right now.
"Yes, letter girl," she confirmed, before blue eyes narrowed and she thought back to conversations with Callie, "And you're Cristina?" she ventured a guess, because who else would be sitting on the edge of that tiny counter like this was her home, unless this was her home?
She gets a grunt in response as the woman swallows her cereal, "You got it. So, you and Callie? Together?"
Arizona bit the inside of her cheek at the questioning look that jumped from the woman's dark eyes as the darted from her to Callie's bedroom door that she was standing in front of, as if she could actually see the brunette sleeping in bed on the other side. And her stomach did that stupid jumping thing that she was finding unpleasant, "Uh, no."
Cristina just shrugged and made a humming sound, and Arizona took that as her saying that the conversation was over. She took it as a reprieve and opened Callie's door quickly, slipping in, and closing it behind her to avoid more questions.
As quietly as possible, she moved around Callie's room again. It wasn't very big, so it only took her a few seconds before she was on the other side of the room once more, her hands clasped in front of her as she bounced from foot to foot and listened to Callie's quiet breathing behind her.
She enjoyed Callie's room; she liked the way it was set up, with the bed and the bookshelf and the dresser all crammed in despite the small space, but it still didn't look extremely cluttered. Somehow. She wondered how Callie managed that, actually.
What she didn't like about Callie's room was that aside from the bed, there was really no place for her to sit down.
But that wasn't an issue for long, because it was only seconds later before she heard a quiet groan from the bed, and she turned to look at the girl in bed as she frowned.
Arizona was pretty sure that the frown on her face as she started to wake up was one of the most adorable things she'd seen. She wouldn't be able to not think that if she tried.
It reminded her of their skype session from only a few days ago – it seemed like much longer ago. It was a ridiculously intimate thing, in Arizona's mind, to watch someone wake up, to spend the night sleeping with them.
Which she'd done, however unintentionally, with Callie for two days in the last week.
Regardless of the way her stomach clenched at the idea of it all, she couldn't help but giggle the way Callie's dark eyes fluttered open only to glare at the alarm clock on the table. It was still early; only seven in the morning. And while she was used to being awake by this point, Callie pointedly was not.
Half of her expected the brunette to push her face back against her pillow and go back to sleep, but she didn't. Instead, she shook dark hair back from her face and looked up at Arizona in confusion, "Why are you up?"
The way Callie's voice, which honestly was sensual even just in regular conversation, was raspier right now after just waking up was making her inside jump, and she flushed at the sensation. Those dark eyes stared at her, as if drinking in the way she looked, which made her blush even more.
Shaking her head, as if she could get rid of those thoughts for now, she shrugged, "I just did. I have an early inner clock, I guess."
One of Callie's perfectly arched eyebrows winged up and she looked at her like she had two heads, "You're a crazy morning person." And even though Arizona knew Callie definitely wasn't a crazy morning person and definitely would have gone back to sleep if she wasn't here, the other woman rolled onto her back and rubbed her eyes.
And in doing so, the blanket fell down a bit, and Arizona could see that Callie wasn't wearing the same clothes she had been last night – at least her top – and was instead in a tank top that showed off a lot of smooth, tan skin.
Callie apparently noticed her look, and looked down at herself, "I – after you fell asleep I changed. I didn't know if I should wake you up to give you something to wear, too, but you looked really comfortable, even though you were in regular clothes. And you kind of looked like you needed to sleep, so –"
Okay, so she really did enjoy Callie's little rambles, and this one was no different. Shaking her head, she cut her off, "I did," and she really did. Because Thursday night, after everything, she hadn't gotten any sleep at all, really.
All she'd been able to do was think about what April had said, and the fact that her jaw had hurt, and that she now had to find two replacements for cheerleading, and that she had no clue if or when she was going to be put in her rightful place in mock-trial.
Then she thought about how she hadn't spoken to Callie that night, which was her own doing, but she'd still missed her.
All in all, she had gotten less than two hours of broken up sleep the night before last, so she guessed it wasn't surprising that she'd practically passed out after her crying fest.
With a sigh, she tentatively sat on the edge of the bed and didn't miss the way dark eyes carefully watched her, as if she was going to break down again. Which was one of the many reasons she really disliked breaking down in front of people.
Her hands brushed over the wrinkles on her shirt, as she spoke quietly, "I'm sorry about last night."
The words hung between them for a few moments without a response, and when she looked up at Callie, she was getting a confused look in return. Then Callie's teeth were digging into her bottom lip like she was trying to not say something before she shook her head, "If you're apologizing for crying, you really don't have do."
But she did, and everything in her was yelling at her to insist that she did. Instead she scanned her eyes over Callie's face and then narrowed them in question, "I don't suppose we can just not talk about it?"
From behind her, she heard Callie blow out a breath, and if she closed her eyes, it would feel like one of their phone conversations, with the way they seem to have gotten so familiar with the way one another speaks and even just breathes, "I'm not going to… force you or anything," Callie mumbled, and from the corner of her eye, Arizona could see Callie's delicate, long fingers play with part of her comforter before she continued, "But. I do have some things to say, that I wanted to say last night, but you fell asleep."
For some reason, that made Arizona smile, because of course Callie had more to say. She always had more to say.
She let out a deep breath and felt kind of grateful that Callie wasn't looking for her to say any more about everything that had been building on her. After a few seconds of hesitation, she reclined backwards until she was on her back, head on the pillow that she'd slept on, with her hands coming up to rest on her stomach, rubbing up and down the fabric of her shirt.
The way she felt Callie's eyes follow the movement made her pause, then she turned her head to look into the amused eyes of her friend.
She lifted her eyebrow as a wordless prompt for her to continue.
And Callie nodded as if that reminded her that she was planning on speaking, "Right. Well… you kind of said everything – I think – that led you here yesterday." Arizona knew that she'd talked more in detail about everything that had happened after her initial outburst, and that was probably what Callie was referring to.
She nodded to confirm that she had, indeed, said everything that drove her here. Kind of. Mostly. And she ordered herself to concentrate so that blue eyes stayed looking at Callie and not flitting over to the bookshelf.
Because she still wasn't ready to have that conversation with Callie. Or anyone.
"So, I guess I just wanted to say that," she paused and licked her lips as dark eyes seemed to search for the words she wanted to say, "That I know it isn't easy, for you. To keep everything in and always push yourself. But you don't have to do everything alone. I'm here for you." Arizona looked up at her in question, and she enjoyed the way Callie's cheeks tinted red, "I'm – I mean, I'm not there for you, at school or anything. Obviously. But I'm here. So. Maybe when you're feeling stressed or freaking out or something, you don't have to hop the train here."
A frown slid slightly over her face, and now she did look around the room, and then back at them; they were lying down fairly close to one another because Callie's best was very small. But her stomach had a heavy feeling, like Callie was trying to tell her something, "I shouldn't have come," she said slowly.
But then Callie's eyes opened wide and she slid down a little so they were lying eye to eye, as her hand shot out and took Arizona's, as if she was afraid Arizona was going to pull back.
Which, she guessed, wasn't a ridiculous thing for Callie to think.
Then it was both of her soft hands on Arizona's, and they took it between them, thumbs gently stroking over the skin. The way Arizona's breath huffed out harder than she had intended was definitely unintended, but how else was she supposed to react when Callie's hands holding her own made her feel like… ridiculous.
Like she needed yet another reminder that those tingles she felt whenever her friend touched her were really real.
But either Callie didn't notice or didn't care, because she didn't respond to it at all. And Arizona was grateful as the brunette continued, "I'm not saying that you shouldn't have come. I'm just saying that when life gets… messy, you don't have to let it build up so much that your only option is to run away here," she pointed out, quietly. She seemed nervous, as if Arizona was going to be annoyed at her for stating what was the truth.
She appreciated the truth, though, and it was Callie saying it, so, "It just felt like the only option at the time," she admitted in a whisper.
And it had. Because on top of everything that had happened earlier in the week, and after dealing with some of the girls' attitude at the squad and again at the sorority house, she'd had another altercation with April. They'd both snapped at each other, and that was when April had called her cold.
That had been the final straw of it, because… if she didn't have April then who did she have? The only answer she could think of to that was, well, Callie. And it still stung that April had said that to her, even if maybe it was true.
Callie adjusted her head against her pillow, and it looked more like she was nuzzling against it, before she adjusted her blanket over both of them.
For which Arizona was appreciative because it was pretty chilly in here, and as she pulled it up over her shoulders, she sniffed at it. Because Callie really did smell good, and so did all of her blankets and her bed in general.
It was comforting, in the same way that talking to Callie after a long day was.
Then the brunette gave her a dazzling smile, and Arizona enjoyed that that smile came out even when Callie was awake far earlier than she wanted to be, "I'm not sure that I'm glad I was your last resort," she winked, which made Arizona's eyebrows shoot up because it was probably the smoothest she'd ever witnessed Callie actually be. She liked it, "But you don't have to be sorry for coming. I like you here," she reiterated, and then brought her hands back to playing with Arizona's fingers under the blanket.
Her stomach felt the way it had when she'd woken up a little while ago. Like… like this situation was unbearably intimate for them, and she really wasn't sure she was entirely comfortable with it.
But unlike this morning, she didn't get up.
And Callie continued, "You're welcome here whenever you want, Arizona. But things can be easier if…" her bottom lip was between her teeth again for another few seconds, and she was biting it fairly hard before releasing, "If maybe when things were going wrong, you don't pretend to be sick, and we can talk about them before it gets to the point that you're ready to explode."
She winced at the reminder that she'd lied to the other woman other night, when she hadn't wanted – no, that wasn't even it, because she had wanted to talk. It was just that she wasn't comfortable or ready to talk.
Arizona found herself nodding, blonde hair moving against the soft pillow under her cheek, "You're right. I'm," she licked her lips, "It's just not comfortable to talk sometimes." A lot of the time.
But she was kind of worried if she didn't talk, at least to Callie, that times like what had happened last night might happen again. And she definitely couldn't have that. Not when she had so many other people counting on her back at school.
Because she wasn't going to always have to time to run away to New York for the night. Last night had to be a one time thing.
It wasn't good to keep relying on Callie to carry the burden of her emotions when they got to be too much for her to carry on her own. But… she snuck a look at the other woman, who seemed to be content toying with Arizona's hand, Callie didn't seem to mind very much.
Then dark eyes snapped up to hers, "I know it's not always comfortable. But that's what friends are for, right?" and she wondered how in the world Callie's eyes could seem to question on their own.
It didn't seem right that simple eyes were that expressive; Arizona was grateful that she knew hers were more guarded.
That's what friends were for, she repeated in her mind, even as she carefully slipped her hand away from Callie's, because… this was feeling very heavy, very fast. She didn't scramble from the bed, like part of her wanted, though, so it was a victory.
At her movement, Callie nodded, as if she was understanding something before her hand came up from where it had been – with Arizona's – under the covers.
After a few seconds, Arizona sighed at herself because she felt like she caused this weird thing between them. And then she wiggled around, and with an exaggerated huff, she shot Callie a playful glare, "You lied to me, Callie Torres."
When Callie looks at her, wide eyed and like she's trying desperately to figure out what Arizona is talking about, she let out a grin, "Every night, we talk and you are all comfortable in your bed. You've told me that this bed was comfortable. But it's lumpy!"
Even though she had just been using it as a completely random segue away from making anything… awkward, it was the truth. Callie's mattress left a lot to be desired.
And the brunette's mouth fell open, even as her eyes lit up with a smile, and it relieved Arizona to see it there as she vehemently shook her head, "Are you kidding? Rolling into my bed at night is the most comfortable feeling ever."
She scoffed, "Yeah, if you're crazy."
A challenging eyebrow rose up on Callie's forehead, "You weren't complaining last night!" her statement made them both blush, and Arizona didn't point out that she hadn't had any complaints last night because she'd fallen asleep on Callie.
Instead, she rolled her eyes and brought her hand down in the minimal space between them – actually brushing against the softness of Callie's stomach and feeling how her breath hitched. She ignored it as she pressed down and lightly bounced them, "You have a lumpy mattress, Callie. I can't believe you've been playing me this whole time."
She snatched her hand back so she wasn't feeling the other girl's warmth against her, but Callie's mouth had fallen down in disbelief, "Playing you?"
Now she nodded, and she pushed herself up a bit on her elbow, "Playing me! You're always on the phone acting like you're in the most comfortable place ever, but you're really laying right here," she finished, as she pointed down.
The brunette pushed herself up to mirror her position, "You sleep on a mattress that you won by blood, sweat, and tears of sorority girls and cheerleaders!"
She was unable to control a giggle at that, "And I am damn proud of it!"
As they held eye contact, it seemed impossible for them to control their laughter, and they both fell back to the bed. All she could hear in her ears was the low rumble of Callie chuckling, and it made her feel nice. Relaxed.
Their laughter faded slowly before Callie's voice was quiet as she asked, "Want to hear something weird?"
It only made Arizona huff out a quick laugh again, because, "When aren't you asking me that?"
"True," Callie acknowledged with a lift of her eyebrow, "I, um…" she trailed off and brown eyes slipped away from hers to look instead at her pillow, "I've imagined you here."
Arizona froze at that, and lifted an eyebrow mischievously at her friend, because she could see when the words hit Callie with the way her blush deepened.
Brown eyes rolled at her as Callie rushed to explain, "Not like – not like that. I just mean. Sometimes, when we would be talking, it's nice to imagine you here with me. Like, I could close my eyes and that you would be here, still talking."
It was a nice thought, Arizona admitted. Because she imagined it was like the way they had skyped, and that had been a nice night. If she didn't think it would make things… tense again and possibly make her have to deal with something she didn't want to deal with yet, she might have brushed her fingers against Callie's again.
Instead, she tightly held her hand against her own thigh.
Quietly, she confessed, "It's not weird."
Because it wasn't. They talked every night, and they had that… tingly thing – she wondered if Callie felt it too? – so… it wasn't weird.
Dark, imploring eyes flickered back to hers, "No? Good." Callie swallowed thickly, and Arizona followed the motion with her eyes before Callie asked, "Do you want to know why I wrote to you when I found your book? "
Clearing her throat, she teased, "I thought it was Broadway superstition?"
"It was," Callie nodded, "But that wasn't the only reason; that's what made me go through with sending the letter. But I kept writing because… Because I felt crazy. Here I was, living in one of the most populated cities in the entire world, literally living feet away from another person, and I was so lonely. I have Addison now, which, is great. But I didn't for a long time, and I felt alone. Like, more alone than I had ever been. And as much as I was happy about living here to try to follow my dreams, I never imagined I would be so alone here." Her little ramble ended in a vulnerable whisper, and her hand was playing with the corner of the pillow next to Arizona's head. "That sounds crazy, right?"
Dimly, she felt like she understood that Callie was telling her this at least in part because Callie knew that she was kind of uncomfortable with how vulnerable she herself had been in this visit. And it was that thought that made her appreciate Callie even more.
She listened to the words, repeating them in her head, and closed her eyes at them. Because for some reason, her eyes felt like they were welling with tears, but she didn't want to cry again. And honestly, she had no reason to; they were just talking.
But it still took her a few moments to open them, and her voice was thicker than she would have liked, "No. It doesn't sound crazy at all, actually." She licked her lips and willed herself to open back up. The way she felt she only could with Callie, "I go to a huge college. Surrounded by thousands of peers, the president of my sorority – literally living in a house with girls who are supposed to be like my sisters – and…" she trailed off and thought of the past few days before making herself continue, "I've never felt lonelier."
Except when I'm with you.
The thought shocked her and made her eyes widen, because even though it was the truth, when it sounded like that, even in her own head, it was… terribly intimate. The words wouldn't come out though, but what she had already said had those dark, endlessly dark, eyes stare down at her.
Then, it seemed that Callie didn't have her reservations, because a soft, light fingertip traced down her cheek.
Her breath shuddered out at the light contact, because just… how did Callie's touch feel like that to her? It wasn't right. It was actually strange, and it made her want to run away. Again.
But before she could decide whether or not she was actually going to run or not, Callie was leaning in toward her. It was very, very slow. Almost glacial, really, and chocolate eyes that seemed to be darkening by the second stared into hers the whole time.
As if waiting for her to pull away. And really, she was waiting for herself to pull away. Because this – whatever was between them – was something she wasn't ready to deal with, not right now.
Pull away.
Except, her body wasn't listening to her brain, because her lips parted on an exhale, and then Callie's eyes left hers to flicker to her lips. And then there was no space between them, and she could feel Callie's warm breath hitting her lips.
Her heart was pounding as soft, full lips touched her own. Her bottom lip was gently sucked between Callie's, and Arizona's breath seemed to completely leave her lungs. Because if she thought that having their hands touch was tingly, this was…
This was.
Heaven.
Blue eyes slammed closed, as her hand closed into a fist at her hip. Then Callie's slid over it, and she was powerless to move away from her warmth, as the brunette's mouth moved against hers, releasing her lip, and she was pressing soft kisses against Arizona's mouth now.
Her body was still acting with a mind of it's own as she finally responded, lips moving just a bit, providing some pressure against Callie's, as they melded together.
She hadn't even thought she could feel like this. This… heart-pounding, breath-stealing, just-ran-a-marathon feeling, from sweet, soft kisses. But she was, and Callie let out this little whimper sound that was so soft it should not have, in any way, made Arizona's stomach flip and twirl and pull in this complete arousal, like it was.
When she felt Callie's tongue tentatively brush her lips, she breathlessly opened because she wanted –
Then she pulled back, wide eyed, and breathing heavily because… it was just a few kisses, and her mouth and entire body, really, was tingling.
It wasn't anything like she'd experienced before, and Arizona had been attracted and aroused before. This was new, and it was like being laid bare after just a kiss. And it was kind of really frightening.
And, damn it, she hadn't come here for this, and she hadn't wanted to think about this yet.
Callie's eyes had barely opened, and she was breathing the same way Arizona was by the time Arizona had backed off the bed. She was already pulling on her shoes when Callie's voice, all low and sexy behind her, whispered, "Arizona…"
But she didn't slow down, because now her mind was racing for completely different reasons than why she'd ran here, and now she had to run back to where she'd come from. She managed to give a very weak smile to the brunette who was just now pushing herself up in bed, "I – I really do have to go."
But Callie shook her head and reached out, looking more aware now than she just had been right after the kiss, "Wait, Arizona –"
She grabbed her coat, and didn't take the time to slip it on before quickly making her way to the door, "Thanks for – listening. And everything. I'll talk to you later."
Callie calling after her was muffled as she shut the door behind her, wishing her lips would stop tingling as she practically ran from the apartment.
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