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Who: Louisiana (Original), Sigma Ai (Native)
What: Remember that delayed reunion? Well...definitely happening.
Where: Sigma's Apartment
When: Friday 11/13 (Backdated)
Warnings: Fluff. Fluff everywhere. Being idiots.

She knew that this was necessary. With the way things had ended in Armonia after the rescue, this was owed to Sigma the most out of anyone to be quite honest. He deserved better. Much like Maine deserved so much better than getting dumped by that loser. ...going to have to tell Sigma that she punched Delta and hope that he wasn't going to freak out over it.

At least the glasses were handled. Definitely too far on that part. Still Florida had wanted to prove a point as well which he did besides from bouncing around like a kid in a candy store while recording the incident. Definitely leave that fact out in the retelling. Most definitely leave it out.

Louisiana has a frequent track on her playlist playing in her helmet audio at the moment as she wanders along the halls of the apartment complex. She was stalling. This was such a coin toss of what kind of emotions she was going to receive from Sigma. Let alone she needed to figure what to say. So for now she sticks to walking slow and listening to the comforting tune.

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Sigma is home alone. He hasn't heard from York today, which is odd and frankly a little worrying. Especially with how Delta acted on Wednesday. York will be okay, he knows, but after what happened in Armonia, he can't help being concerned about some things.

For now, he's trying to focus on homework and catching up on readings for his forensics class. Maybe, if York spends the night, the notes won't give him nightmares. He can't focus, though, because someone's listening to music awfully loudly somewhere in the building.

...a song that reminds him of Louisiana. It's something she used to listen to during early morning training. He's sure of it. And now he'll never be able to study because he's thinking of her again. Sighing, he shuts his book and goes to set it on the kitchen counter.

The music gets louder. He realizes then that it's not coming from another apartment at all. It's coming from her old helmet. Why would it be doing that? Sigma takes it off of the charger and slips it on. There's no message, just a suddenly-active playlist. The music reverberates softly in his ears now; he takes a second to turn it off. There. Now maybe he can focus.

Louisiana halts in the middle of the hall at the sudden stop of her music. That was certainly weird. She had made sure to check her helmet for any quirks in the system before having left from Armonia so this wasn't supposed to be happening.

It takes only a moment to turn the music back on and then she's moving again. Cooperate with her, helmet.

He's just about to take the helmet off when the music picks up again. Okay, that's unnerving. It's as if someone is accessing his helmet from somewhere else, but that doesn't happen legally unless two users are shar--

Sharing systems.

This is Louisiana!

Tugging the helmet off, Sigma rushes out into the hall. "Louisiana? Lou!"

She had been focused down on her data pad when the sound of someone storming the hall and the shout of her name catches her immediate attention. Oh that was a stampeding Sigma. Louisiana braces for impact as she smiles softly behind her visor, thankful that someone else was happy to see her.

"Hey Sigs."

Yes, brace yourself, because even though he's too injured for a tackle-hug, it's going to be a very near thing. He wraps his good arm around her and holds her close. She is real and she is here and it's more than he had expected to see again, probably ever.

"You came back," he whispers.

She holds him close to herself, careful of his arm but not wanting to let go anytime soon. The helmet makes it awkward but she doesn't want to reach up and remove it at the moment. Her visor does depolarize though because Sigma is safe and whole thanks to the mission and her decision which Louisiana is so thankful for. Everything had been worth it.

"I would never stop trying to," Louisiana answers. "Promise."

Of course she would. As soon as he heard she would be sponsoring him, he had hoped.

"I'm so glad you're here," he says.

"Uh. Want to come inside?" So nobody runs into them or stares or anything?

"I can tell," Louisiana softly teases. An arm drops around him and she's moving them both towards his apartment. No need to be out in the open. "Yea that'd be great right now."

Sigma follows. Pretty sure he left the door open in his excitement, which isn't very safe of him, but it's okay because she's here.

Does he have food? There should be something in his apartment that they can share. He'll check as soon as they get inside.

Louisiana keeps a steady hold on him, not wanting to let go for awhile. She was forced to do so thanks to Felix and the rescue efforts so she wasn't planning on doing so for a bit longer. He was alive and whole.

She uses her boot to close the door behind them. The apartment hadn't really changed except for the soft pings that there was a security system that had been recently updated. Good. That meant Sigma wasn't going to get jumped in here. However she does take further note of the discarded Venator, still embellished with her colors and visor styling. Well...he had somewhat taken her advice.

"I thought I told you to get that thing painted and all for yourself," she muses.

"I haven't had time," he admits. "I started my new job. One of these weekends, when I'm not working or studying, I'll take it in to get it done."

He's still so behind on everything. The truth is, he's not sure he can afford the paint job yet. His first paychecks should cover it, though.

As for holding on, he's also glad to not let go. "Can I get you anything to drink? Or eat?"

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