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A small stack of books sat on the little table in the once strikingly empty living room. Once it seemed as if no one lived there and often times it still was that way. But more and more there were the small signs that someone actually did. There was furniture and even a few souvenirs scattered around the apartment. Once there would have been just the card table and folding chair of someone who was never home.
But slowly, ever so slowly Eve was getting used to having a home that she regularly went home to. Sure there were lots of time when she slept at the Annex, but they made her go back to the apartment now. Which had meant she started settling in. Not that she knew how. Her living spaces had never been much. She was always moving or on a mission and there was no need for the places she was for a day or two at a time to be much.
The Library was different. Even when on a case she got to go home most nights. Which meant she had a real bed. And needed somewhere to eat.
Then she started to get small things. Which meant she needed a shelf for them. It had looked so empty without much so she got a few books. And actually got to read them and wanted to keep them. So the self got more books. She got a comfortable chair to sit in while reading. The chair needed a side table so she got that too.
It was slow going and she wasn't anywhere near ready to let the others into her home. Not yet. Not when she knew the kind of cluttered, well lived in spaces they called their homes. But Eve was learning how to make a space her own again. Or maybe for the first time. Not even her childhood spaces had ever been really hers. Not with how often they moved.
But there were books and mugs and all the other little things that made the space feel like it was actually hers. One day she would figure out exactly what she wanted. There was no rush.