3″I get back home in the early morning, visibly tired and my shirt has small blood splatters on it, from the previous shootout he was just in. I walk into the house, my jacket zipped up over me as to not be noticed. I look over at the kitchen table and see you sitting there, waiting for me Hey Cas..I softly chuckle, feeling slightly embarrassed What are you doing up so late?
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