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Not the right drama (Jeannie, Lois)
Dean was tired. He hadn't seen the angel in a while, nor Jimmy. He'd also been out of touch with not only his brother, but also a few other people. It wasn't that he was trying to avoid anyone, or maybe it was. Honestly, there was only one person in the City he was actively avoiding. Fred was actually doing him a favor by keeping him busy, not that she gave him many jobs. She did give him some of the more physically demanding ones, which worked in his favor. Usually meant he was too tired to get a drink, well, maybe more than one drink, two drinks, the bottle. He didn't drink a whole damn bottle of something.
To make amends, not that he was on any number step program because he didn't need to be, he thought about stopping by Dinah's shop to see if she was in. Unfortunately, he couldn't bring himself to go in. He wasn't mad that she had gotten back with Harry; he really wasn't even mad that he hadn't known about it. He was just tired of not knowing what was going on. See? Tired.
So, he stood at the door that led to the stairs that led to his apartment. He should have gone in, either up the stairs or the shop, but he couldn't make himself do either. He hated apologizing, and he wasn't even sure why he should apologize. He hated not knowing what to do, which did happen a lot though not as often as some might think.
The hunter finally took a depth breath, sucked it up, manned up, found his balls, whatever. He started for the door to the shop. Hopefully, he was not walking into a drama trap.
To make amends, not that he was on any number step program because he didn't need to be, he thought about stopping by Dinah's shop to see if she was in. Unfortunately, he couldn't bring himself to go in. He wasn't mad that she had gotten back with Harry; he really wasn't even mad that he hadn't known about it. He was just tired of not knowing what was going on. See? Tired.
So, he stood at the door that led to the stairs that led to his apartment. He should have gone in, either up the stairs or the shop, but he couldn't make himself do either. He hated apologizing, and he wasn't even sure why he should apologize. He hated not knowing what to do, which did happen a lot though not as often as some might think.
The hunter finally took a depth breath, sucked it up, manned up, found his balls, whatever. He started for the door to the shop. Hopefully, he was not walking into a drama trap.