((Okay, so I kind of lied. I think I've got something.))<br/><br/>Loretta pulled her pants up and rebuttoned and rezipped them when Emma decided that food would be a good idea. She was quite peckish herself, and could use something to fill herself up a bit. She gave a stretch and said, "<span style="color: purple">Go ahead, the shower's more than open for you. And no need to apologize, either. We all got a skeleton or two in the closet, and sometimes they'll rattle.</span>" She then stood by Emma until she reached the bathroom and let her in before sitting herself down on her bed again.<br/><br/>She watched the door to the hallway intently for a few moments, having heard steps pass by, though she soon paid them no mind. Instead, Loretta began to shift her thoughts towards what of the things Emma had said. She said that she tends to do that once in awhile. Loretta totally understood why she would too, since things like that didn't go without leaving a real deep mark or three, and it looked like Emma had gotten herself a dozen or so out of that damned mess. Oy, were the two of them some real characters.<br/><br/>Loretta did wonder exactly what the dream was about. It obviously had to do mostly with the events Loretta had procured from Emma's memory, but the first bits seemed a little<i>off</i>. She couldn't tell exactly what, but they held a certain tone, one that was a far cry from the violence of the latter bit of her dreams. Loretta didn't think it wise to pry in very deep on that one, since it would probably only make things all the more complicated. A little piece of her, deep inside, was being a conniving bitch it seemed, as it would prod at her brain and stir the shit-pot by lighting a fire under the suspicion that, just maybe, it was about her. Emma, dreaming about Loretta. She figured it was possible, but she had no idea how likely it was, and therefore decided to try and keep it tucked away.<br/><br/>Casting a fairly extended glance towards the bathroom door, Loretta fancied the idea of it for just a bit longer. What would it mean between them? They'd become fast friends, and although she had no desire for anything more, what if Emma did? She didn't think that they wouldn't be able to stick around one another, but it would very much change their relationship.<br/><br/>She gave her head a tired shake and stood up. No, it was best to finally put the thought aside for real this time. She went to the blinds of the window and opened them wide, letting in the pale morning light. The sun hadn't yet passed the horizon, though it was definitely coming, the sky painted orange in herald of the event. The warmth made her smile faintly, and she then convinced herself that it would be a good morning.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>