(Outside) MCA #9, Friday Afternoon

[okteiviakom]

There was nothing Octavia could do.

But Octavia needed to do something, because she needed to feel like she could control something. She'd tried to make that something be further work on her boat, but that kept making her feel like she was somehow gearing up to abandon the Rouge, not to mention reminding her how few things of her own she had in the first place.

Except that wasn't true, was it? She had things. She just hadn't touched most of them in seven years.

And so she'd done another thing she hadn't done in years, and called Magnus to come help her. And now there they were, in the hallway right outside the apartment, armed with a bunch of cardboard boxes, and Octavia was --

Hesitating.

"Thanks for coming," she said, twisting the key around in her hand. She should've been opening the door right now, right? But she was stalling. "And sorry I haven't... been in touch."

[ooc: Primarily for the one mentioned, but Octavia's out in the hallway a lot so feel free to catch her!]

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[magnusrushesin]

"He'll be back," Magnus said with the absolute certainty of someone who totally read the Reddit for clues to the campaign arc.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's voice sounded steely, in comparison.

"He better be."

Because she didn't know what she'd do without him.

[magnusrushesin]

Continue on living. It'd suck for a long while, but you hadta keep on living. At least, that was how Magnus dealt with Julia's death.

"It's just a lil' roadblock. You'll see." He totally told Duke that Octavia would be back too. And he'd been right then too!

[okteiviakom]

That wasn't actually much of a comfort. Octavia was intimately familiar with the condition she'd come back in.

And she couldn't bear the thought of Duke coming back seven years older, too.

She didn't say anything about it. Just finally pulled back from the hug. "Is there a lot more to pack?"