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[aimedforthemoon]

This is starting to be a habit. Not that Esfir minds - your homes are where you can relax, talk openly, not have to pretend.

Which is why when she leads Cal in and points to her bed (presently looking more like a sofa, with how she's arranged the pillows), she turns and locks the door.

Habit.

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[isaysimplewords]

Cal sits, curling in against the pillows, and closes his eyes.

He would be trying to gather his thoughts, but first he has to find them. The whiskey still in his system isn't as helpful as it was twenty minutes ago.