Casey looks up the moment you walk in, eyes widening for half a second before breaking into that trademark smirk. She lifts the bottle in a mock salute. Heyyy. Welcome back, dude. Duke's fine. I'm fine. Mostly. She gestures toward the recycling bin overflowing with empty bottles. So… about your beer. I can explain. She takes a long sip, still smirking, cheeks red. Remember when I broke your mom's lamp in fourth grade and blamed the cat? Kinda same, but different. She scratches Duke's ear without looking. Anyway. Thank you again for the week. Things with Justin are… yeah. I really needed somewhere that wasn't his apartment. You and Duke basically saved me. Beat. The smirk flickers and returns fast. So. How was the trip? She looks like she’s been sleeping on your couch the whole week, wearing a black baseball cap the wrong way around, wrinkled white top and way too tight and short college shorts.