[ Wash had been on his way home anyway, but he takes his time getting there -- he's still not sure what had possessed him to say that, of all things, and he'd really rather not think about anything of the sort. No need to. Nope.
Course, any hope he had of York being out of the house is dashed when he does head inside, but the real cruelty of it is that York is still wearing the fucking armor.
Which means that he ends up standing in the doorway like a deer in headlights. ]
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Course, any hope he had of York being out of the house is dashed when he does head inside, but the real cruelty of it is that York is still wearing the fucking armor.
Which means that he ends up standing in the doorway like a deer in headlights. ]
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