Being here alone tonight with you, it feels so right.

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Lucy had spotted the 'For Rent' sign in the window while on her way back from job-hunting, and it couldn't have come at a better time. They'd been discussing moving out of Sadie's place for weeks now - it wasn't the same since Max shipped out to Vietnam, even if everyone tried to pretend otherwise, and an apartment of their own would get them out of the atmosphere that everyone tried to pretend was normal. It wasn't a particularly big place, or too upscale, but it would fit the two of them; they wouldn't have been able to afford anything nices, and there was space enough that he could have a studio of sorts, while still not being too far from their friends.

So she brought Jude back to see it, after her initial look around, happier than she'd been since Max left at the prospect of them finally having their own place to live in. A wide grin was spreading over her face as they walked through the doorway, and pushing the door closed, she stepped close to him. "Well?" she asked, her eyebrows raised, standing on her toes to rest her chin and fold her hands over one of his shoulders. "What do you think?"

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"No," Lucy said when he pulled away, her eyes locked with his as his hands brushed across her cheeks. Max had always been one for change, if not at least doing things impulsively; he'd excelled at it, and in the end, that was what had got him sent away, leaving Princeton for the city on a whim. He wouldn't want them to sit there being unhappy, but there was more to it than that, still. "He'd want us to fight, Jude. To do something." She was, in a way, pleading, her voice rising with each emphasized word. There was no way, with her brother's life on the line, that she'd be one of the scores of people just sitting back and watching it happen.

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He knew this, but he had no idea what to say. He kind of nodded, looking back at the picture and thrusting one hand into his pocket, the other one staying on her waist. Jude didn't like talking about it, although he did not really know why. He heaved a large sigh and turning back to her he spoke, "Let's go sign the papers." He shot her a weak smile, almost reassuring, but not fully. How could he reassure her if he was just as worried?

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Lucy sighed, her arms swinging up and folding across her chest. That was changing the subject, not an answer, and, knowing he was well aware of the fact, she gave him an almost disappointed look. A part of her wanted to say it, to argue that he was just standing around and letting it happen, but the hand sitting on her waist made her feel otherwise, and she shrugged. "Alright," she conceded, though her answer lacked conviction. "Alright, let's go. We've got stuff to pick up, too."