Another drabble. It just popped into my head. It's unbeta'd, so, you know.

Title: Hope
Timeline: Post 513



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When I got back from Hollywood a year ago and asked Brian if the offer to move in still stood, he gave me the sweetest smile and leaned over to pull open a drawer. An empty drawer.

He showed me what he couldn't often voice. That he was waiting for me, and even though he thought I was never coming back, he still had hope.

When I let myself into the loft for the first time in three months, there's something I want to do first. I head straight to the bedroom and open that drawer.

It's empty.

I smile.