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Who: Richard and Isabelle
What: Offering aid
Where: Richard's Place
When: Monday
Warnings: TBD

If he was really honest with himself, he had kind of expected this. Despite the coat of niceness John had, he knew what kind of person his brother was. Granted, a lot of that had been because of popular belief, but it always made him sigh to see John fit the stereotype. He'd only just restrained himself from going to his brother and giving him a piece of his mind, because that would go nowhere good.

Instead he'd focused on making sure the guest room was ready, and had cursed John while working. When he heard the doorbell he paused and then went to open it. He gave Isabelle what he hoped was a comforting smile and stepped back to let her in. "You holding up okay?"

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She nodded swallowing that heavy lump of tears. She had a hard time talking through them. She was honored that Richard was being so kind. She didn't see the monster John did, in fact it was reversed now.

She applauded Richard's efforts to give her a comfortable space now with everything flipped upside down. She didn't feel like company, but he was doing everything he could to mend this horrible situation. He really was her white knight. "Thank you." She rubbed the dogs ears again. "I'd told you I wanted to meet him, I just didn't expect under these circumstances." She wiped her eyes again with her hands.

Gently he went to set his hand on her back, "I know. No one expected these circumstances. I am very sorry for what happened you know. I wish I could do more." He really did. He wished he could talk to John, but that was rather unlikely.

"None of this is your fault you know. My brother just has a ton of issues."

She had always done good by those she met and those she was close to. She may have been naive in thinking only the good of people, but it's who she was. She was torn about what to do really. John didn't deserve her. He'd treated her as nothing more than a trinket in his box of jewels. "You've done plenty," she assured Richard, reaching out to touch his arm.

"No, don't talk to him. I don't want to see him coming around right now." She was adamant about not seeing him. He'd scared her. "I am sorry I didn't notice sooner." Sometimes it was going through a situation before you saw what people really were. "I thought he cared at least something for me. But he didn't..." she shook her head, those tears welling up again.

He set his hand over hers and gave her a smile. "Still. I feel bad." He nodded, "of course I wouldn't let him come here. He wouldn't listen to me anyway." He hoped John would listen to George though.

"Hey it's not your fault. And I'm sure he did care. He just doesn't know how to show that properly. Do you want a drink or something? I can do that much at least."

"Don't," she sniffled. "It's not your fault. I've been living in a fantasy world all this time. I feel silly." She wasn't a stupid girl, she was just young. She nodded at his offer. "Some tea would be lovely." She stood slowly. "Mind if I take a quick shower?" She needed to collect herself.

He gave her a smile, "don't feel silly. None of this is anyone's fault but John's." He sighed and rose, "I honestly figured that the hospital was helping."

He nodded, "of course you can." He motioned to the bathroom, "right through there. I'll have some tea ready when you're all set."

She gave him one more little squeeze to his hand as a thank you and then set out to the restroom. She was in there for half an hour just looking at John's handiwork. It didn't sting anymore as much until she got into the shower. The rain pellets bit her skin and she turned her back to the shower head. Eventually, when she calmed down the water eased her tense muscles. It calmed her. She spent another half an hour just trying to brush all the thoughts out of her head without more tears. John didn't deserve anymore of her tears.

She returned in a change of clothes, less classier than anything she usually wore. Long flannel pajama bottoms and a boyish tank top. She didn't feel she needed to impress anyone. All her make-up was gone, her hair damp on her shoulders. Cleaned up Richard would be able to see just how hard John had hit her. She padded softly into the kitchen. "I didn't mean to be in there so long," she spoke taking a seat at the counter.

He frowned to the mark on her face but didn't mention it. Instead he set a cup of tea in front of her and then some milk and sugar in case she wanted any of that. "It's alright," he offered with a shrug. "If you needed it, you needed it."

He leaned against the counter and offered her a smile, "so, perhaps if you stay would you do me the favor of letting Normandy out every so often? I usually have someone come do that when I'm at work but if you could I would appreciate it. Speaking of." He straightened and got a piece of paper and scribbled a number on it. "If you need to get a hold of me at work this is the direct line. Can't have my cell on at work. I don't have a lot of food as I tend to order out a lot. IF you want we'll go shopping one of these days so you have what you need. Sound fair? Oh and I'd like to request being gentle with the shelves."

She put her hands around the cup letting them warm up as he explained. She was in his space after all. She needed to not intrude. She would do as little as possible to get in the way. Putting a wet strand of hair behind her ear she nodded her head up and down. "I'd be glad to take care of him." It would give her something to do when she didn't go to school. Except, right now school was the last place she wanted to be. John had helped take care of that, she wasn't sure what she wanted to do yet. Maybe she should take a leave for a little while. Start again after the fall.

"We can if you don't mind. " She gave him a small smile, it wasn't as bright as usual. She couldn't help still feeling like she didn't fit in anywhere. "Thank you."

Hopefully his mother could offer her more comfort. He didn't know what else to do. "I figure it might be nice to have a few more things of your own. Other then that make yourself at home."

He smiled to her, "when you feel better I could take you to see the horses if you like? Both me and Alex have one and we drive up to where there stabled." As far as he knew, every woman liked horses.

She nodded with her lips sucked in. She didn't know how to be around anyone right now. The poor girl had spent so long just by herself that she thought she just might break now. She still had to applaud Richard on his efforts.

"That would be....amazing," there were pricks of tears in her eyes but she did not let them drop. "I haven't ridden a horse in years. Not since I was in high school." She'd done some horse riding then, customary of a well-bred, rich girl.

"Well you can learn again. Tony's a good horse." He rolled his eyes. "My friend George named him. Never let a comic enthusiast name your animals. IT ends poorly." He was trying to cheer her up. In his own way.

He was trying to cheer her up and she was grateful. He was the only one that had tried in a while now. "How did he come by the name Tony?" she asked with a little laugh. It felt good to do that.

He sighed, "His full name is Tony Stark, Iron Horse." He shook his head. "I bought him and couldn't find a name. So George decided to name him for me. Apparently this was the result."

"Well that is a colorful name." She couldn't help but laugh, and covered it quickly with her hand over her face. "I'm sorry, should I have laughed?"

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