Scar shook her head at his reasoning. It was mildly annoying. It implied that she'd said to put them up out of self sacrifice, that he didn't believe her when she had said she wanted them up. Scar wasn't generally the type to hide her thoughts. If it was of any import generally she would tell you. He added the comment about the command hooks and her mildly unsettled expression squirmed into an amused smirk. Her labeled everything with simply his name. Nothing else. And now surrounded by boxes it was clear he was paying the price. It was going to take him a while to sort through all the boxes and get things settled. "Well I hope you find them soon. It won't feel like home till they're up." She said sitting down on the edge of the bed and pulling one of her boxes towards her.<br/><br/>He mentioned Sarah then and Scar gave a light laugh trying to picture Sarah the librarian trying to puzzle out the organic way that Puck did things. Those two were so different in so many ways, but what was remarkable about them was how alike they both were. Kind and caring, compassionate. He asked about the collision and Scar waved a dismissive hand. "It was nothing, just not paying attention. I'm sure it's bond to happen again." She said with an easy smile opening the box.<br/><br/>For a while they simply worked in harmonious silence. She got thier closet organized. It was a beautiful walk in closet that easily housed both of thier wardrobes with room to spare. Scar was just coming back out having finished hanging up her clothing and putting away Puck's boxers and socks when Martin and Sarah came in. Scar flashed them an amused smile giggling at Puck's impish display of mirth. She love his random little outbursts of merriment. He lived with such light and joy, it was contagious.<br/><br/>Martin made comment then asked a question directed at Puck drawing his attention. Scar turned busying herself with another box, bending down to pick it up and collapse it. She couldn't say why she glanced back when she did. A primal response to being watched perhaps? What she knew was as she stood up she glanced back to see Martin staring at her ear. Her gaze quickly darted away. Quickly enough, she wasn't sure he even saw her notice. He was pretty fixated at least in that moment. "I need some more wine." Scar said with a smile tossing the collapsed box with the rest. "Sarah?" She asked with a lifted brow pausing in the doorway for a moment before walking away regardless of what Sarah did.<br/><br/>Scar walk to the kitchen and pulled the bottle of wine. She spent several minutes pulling open drawers and cupboards familiarizing herself with everything as she looked for the cork screw. In truth she was just a bit overwhelmed. It was on thing to talk about something but this felt like flirting with disaster and that was a new sensation. Fear. Fear that the excitement she'd felt having Martin's gaze on her would have negative effects on the two relationships she valued most. She knew it was silly as surely as she knew the sky was blue. She was attractive, he had eyes. And she'd always loved attention that was nothing new. What was new was the intensity of the charged situation they were all in. Finally Scar found the cork screw and opened the bottle to pour herself another glass.