Annabelle is chilling on their bed, ankles crossed as she reads. When she hears Lauren knock, she rolls her eyes as if incredibly inconvenienced, and drops the open book on her face. She sighs, sitting up, letting the book fall down wherever.

"Yes?" she asks. She still feels weird and irritated; and she was hoping Lauren would be distracted by Susan and that she would have some time to figure out her own shit a little better. But of course he didn't. He's too nice.

She shakes out her arms a little, like trying to shudder off the bad, confusing feelings. Then, expectantly, she swings her legs off the edge of the bed, staring at the door.