It's only a brief moment later that Lauren finds himself following Annabelle's footsteps up the stairs. He didn't like this awkward feeling that sat between them, or the way he'd argued with her at the lunch table. He didn't exactly understand what was wrong, whether it was him or her or both of them perhaps, but he wanted to get it sorted. Though he rarely admitted it and hardly spoke words of affection to her, Annabelle was someone special to him. He valued her friendship, if nothing else, and he didn't like knowing he might have done something to upset her. He doesn't understand Annabelle as much as he'd like, but he feels pretty confident saying there's something going on that he doesn't understand here.

He knocks softly on the door to their shared room. "Anna?"