She's spent the better part of two hours pacing and smoking and fiddling with the ring on her finger, spinning it around and around, leaving a faint red mark from doing it continuously. And when the knock on the door sounds, Laura spends a few seconds staring at the door before finally getting up and answering it.

Knowing his visit wasn't going to be the kind it usually is, she opts for a simple pair of faded blue jeans, a tank top and a cardigan that was a couple of sizes too big for her; her hair draped over her shoulders in loose curls.

"Hey," Laura greets quietly, offering a small smile before ducking her head and opening the door wider for him to come through. "Come in."