There's a quiet "fuck" from the other side of the door before it's unlatched and pushed open just enough to give Ares the okay to enter. It's not that she doesn't want to see Ares, or that she'd ever deny him admission to a good ol' Christmas cry. She just doesn't have a plan, or any idea what she's even doing in here, and here comes the only person who could ever notice that.

Well, the only person these days.

"Here to count Band-Aids with me?" she asks by way of greeting, and clears her throat of any lingering emotion clogging up her airway right now.