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like_a_shot (like_a_shot) wrote in paxletalelogs,

A woman let herself in, weighed down by two masculine leather suitcases. With her hip she bumped the door closed, turned around, and then needed about a minute to comprehend the mess she did not expect to come home to. Mess, and the smell. She walked through the living room - her living room, in the place she had paid half of the rent on in her absent two months - with all the gingerness of a zombie holocaust survivor navigating a decimated cityscape. But she did it in utter silence.

Jay was never a girl who made a lot of noise, at least not until it mattered. She got herself on the other side of the kitchen island, her chin lifted as she watched him.

"So," she announced, just as he got another mouthful of drank in his face. Jay crossed her arms, even with her bags still in hand. Her thoughts immediately went back to their last Twitter exchange. "This is what 'doing good' looks like, Jack?"