The doorbell rang as Lee made his way into the sitting room. She opened it to see what she presumed was Lincoln Cole walking away. She folded her arms and frowned a little. She was about to call him back when somebody appeared that wiped the frown off her face. Benji. His hug was greatly appreciated, and she buried her face in his shoulder briefly, inhaling deeply. A hug from him was so familiar, like home. "I'm... okay. I just need to be doing stuff right now. Which explains the dress. And the feast in the sitting room. And this... whole thing," she admitted with a smile. She looked up as Rebecca appeared, raising an eyebrow at her hair colour. But not in a bad way. It really suited her, more than she would have expected. "Come on in." She said, holding the door open. Then she looked back at Link's retreating form and rolled her eyes, stepping outside and walking towards him a little.
"Don't worry. It's not just going to be me and you. And I'll be nice, promise. I just... I want to talk about this. And I have food and alcohol, so if you're going to stay for something, can it be that?" She called, crossing her arms. "You can sit in the corner and just eat chicken wings if you want." She added. "It's cold out here, I'm going back in. I'm gonna leave the door open. If you're coming in, close it behind you. If not... just close it anyway." She added, before turning and heading back inside.
Lee had just started picking at the food Willow had left out, mostly focused on the generous glass of wine in front of him. He looked up at the sound of people at the door, nodding at Benji as he entered. Then Rebecca came in, and her reaction threw him off a little. Thinking about Rebecca made him feel guilty for some reason, and he didn't know why. There had been flashes of memories from the party, and he knew that something more had happened with Link than the other man had let on. But he couldn't remember anything about Rebecca. He looked over at her and smiled a little. She looked about as rough as he felt. "Hey. I like your hair," he said with a small smile.
Willow entered the sitting room, rubbing her arms a little. "Jesus, we all look a little rough. Is the wine okay or do you want something stronger? I have vodka and I think I have Coke? I think it's understandable given... yeah," she said with a shrug. Lee looked up. "Vodka sounds good. Coke optional," he said, and she raised an eyebrow. "Y'all are getting mixers whether you want them or not. Anyone else?"