the balcony. [[closed to John for H&M]]

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Erica's wearing John's sweater already, and has a hoodie for him. She's outside on the balcony, sitting on a blanket she's laid out, leaning against a wall

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John comes home and goes through his routine: gun off and locked up, holster off, and put away, and then goes to check on Puck and Angel. Then he goes out onto the balcony and leans over to kiss Erica before handing her the bag full of barbecue, and settling beside her.

"Been waiting long?"

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"Forever," she jokes before opening the bag and pulling out the container of pulled pork.

"How was work after I left?" she asks, going through her own routine with him as she hands him the hoodie she brought for him.

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He slides it on, leaving the hood down.

"Okay. You know better than ever to use the 'Q' word, but the village seems to be in one of it's 'not fucking with us' periods."

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"Good. I have too much to think about without the village fucking with us," she says, offering him the container.

She eats for a while quietly, trying to organize said thoughts before tackling them out loud.