"That is why I left the note," Hawk notes dully, looking into the shine of a red apple. Still can't bring himself to be more than business with Mulcahy, now that the anger has drained from him like a lanced boil.
"You free for me to come over this afternoon? I'll bring cookies. Or something."
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Date: 2024-09-26 07:09 am (UTC)"You free for me to come over this afternoon? I'll bring cookies. Or something."