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General S3 spoilers.
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. Wouldn't want to.
“You lost a girl, right?”
The air in the bar is smoky, and smells of liquor and sweat. It’s hot in a way that reminds him of LA, of tequila and bright eyes. He swirls his drink; the ice keeps melting.
“Yeah, I guess you could say that.”
There’s an edge to his tone, a hardness he didn’t have in California. He attributes it to the rough winters, to the calluses on his hands from heavy lifting. He won’t let this be about her.
“Isn’t it always the way, Jonah?”
He takes a sip, thinks of dark hair. “Seems like.”
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. Wouldn't want to.
“You lost a girl, right?”
The air in the bar is smoky, and smells of liquor and sweat. It’s hot in a way that reminds him of LA, of tequila and bright eyes. He swirls his drink; the ice keeps melting.
“Yeah, I guess you could say that.”
There’s an edge to his tone, a hardness he didn’t have in California. He attributes it to the rough winters, to the calluses on his hands from heavy lifting. He won’t let this be about her.
“Isn’t it always the way, Jonah?”
He takes a sip, thinks of dark hair. “Seems like.”