<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>~Mari, in her now crowded room ~</em><br/><br/>She was supposed to feel...happy, right? And she did. She did, she reiterated firmly. Except that...for a split second...she saw Nicci and Bo and once again felt the connection they had. It was <em>such</em> a powerful connection, and one that was good. It was definitely a good one. But now that they had lost one person...well, they all had to bond together. And it...didn't feel that way. Not for that split second. But who was Mari to know Nicci and Bo's feelings towards the rest of the group? Granted, she knew Nicci's...or at least some of them.<br/><br/><em>Calmate!</em> She snapped at herself, knowing that it was the sudden insecurities of the foundation of the group being shaken. She had to snap out of it before she did something she would regret. Like bring more emotions into the group than was necessary.<br/><br/>And when she saw Mila stretch out a hand to her, Mari couldn't help the soft smile that crossed her face. Immediately she crossed over to where Mila and Marcus were sitting and she shifted to sit close to Mila, crossing her legs and scooting so close that their hips were touching. The way Mila was sitting, Mari instinctively tucked a strand of the young woman's hair behind her ear and gave her a sweet smile, "It'll work out," Mari said with way much more confidence than she felt. It had to work out; Marisol just couldn't even think of the group breaking apart so soon after entering one other's lives.<br/><br/>Giving Marcus a look, Marisol smiled and commented teasingly, "Wow...three girls. Two guys." She giggled softly as she winked, completely joking. "Me thinks you two hit the jackpot. Big time!"</span>