<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/c3/57/11/c357112f56a80a8dde93a49960cd4d7b.jpg) </div><strong>NAME:</strong>Troy McNair<br/><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong>October 30th - midday<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Women's Dorms, Room 202<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Libby<br/><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong>Checking in on her.<br/><br/>He came bearing gifts. Gifts in the form of hot soup and a hot but barely cooked steak sandwich. A soft knock on the door gave no answer so he tried he handle. No luck. He had said he was coming back. Was she locking him out of her life, again? He sighed and turned to rest his shoulder against the door frame. How was this going to go between them? He balled his fist. No man had ever been so patient or so giving and she was going to spurn him like th....<br/><br/>Then he saw an envelope sticking out from the corner of her mat. It had her scent on it, that he was sure of. It was also intended... for him. He smiled and reached out to grab the key, turning it slowly and quietly in the lock just in case she was resting. The lights in her stately room were off and his cat eyes took a second to adjust. He saw her sleeping form in the bed and thought for a moment about setting the food down for her and leaving.<br/><br/>No! The beast within roared. She was his mate and he needed to be with her while she was hurting. He closed the door and shrugged off his jacket. Next his shoes and he set the food on her desk. He pulled her computer desk chair next to the bed and sank into it, reaching out to brush the hair from her face. Troy took her delicate hand in his and softly stroked the skin of the backs of her fingers.<br/><br/>She needed to know. He needed to tell her. Maybe not right now, but soon. So he decided to wait there till she woke. Even if that meant waiting all night, even if that meant going to get her fresh soup and another sandwich.