of course you wouldn't know that you were so a-glow

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Before they--so reluctantly--went their separate ways, returning as best they could to the familiar patterns and places of their life before the snow and goblins and all they'd suffered, Nick had pressed a key to his apartment into her hand. She'd been confused, and pleased, and a little uncertain, but she hadn't tried to give it back. Charlie and Sabrina, of course, already had ones of their own; in a way, perhaps it made sense for her to have one too.

After everything.

She'd put it, silver and shining, on her keyring and tried not to think too much of it. If nothing else, it was sure to come in handy the next time some absurd peril descended upon the city--or, as was the case today, if her knock to his front door went unanswered. Huffing a soft sigh, she put the bag with the now-clean clothes she'd borrowed from him on the ground and dug through her purse.

"Nick? Are you home?" she calls as she pushes the door open, looking around at the empty living room. "I know I should've texted, but I had to come over here anyway to look in on someone's cat on the third floor, so..." She can hear music coming from somewhere deeper in the apartment; still holding the bag of clothes, Rosie wanders towards it.

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"It is," she agrees, something about the statement making her blush again. "And how quickly."

She watches him go inside, lingering out in the sun for another minute or two before pushing herself to her feet and reentering the apartment.