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[almostlikestud]

The month after the funeral was full of work that he didn't have to do and that, a few years ago, he wouldn't've -- not even with his kid sister hanging around, almost making a nuisance of herself with those long clumsy sunburned limbs, her hurt eagerness to be some kind of help. He didn't snap at her, of course. He's good with kids, and she wanted

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[lion_passant]

Curled up around Jason, scenting Carrie on his skin and not caring. It was his bed Jason slept in and his heart that held his love's. That was all that mattered. Peaceful but still alpha, a real alpha.

The sound came to him slow. A soft rumble that grew louder. Head raising slowly, blinking as he realized it was a bike. Who the...

Gabe about nearly hit the ceiling as he bolted upright. Grabbing Jason by the shoulder, grinning like a kid a on Christmas morning. "Holy crap. The Kid's back."

[thewolf_inside]

He was almost, almost asleep when Gabe moved and it took a few minutes for the words to register.

Grinning, he pushed at Gabe, needing him to move so he could get untangled from the blankets. "Go. I'm right behind you."

[lion_passant]

Yep, that was a little boy grin as he slid out of bed. Grabbing up a pair of sweats and hopping into them as he moved towards the door and down stairs... And nearly taking a header down them but managing to catch himself.

So much for the graceful werecat.

Sprinting down to the garage, purring before he even caught sight of his quarry.

[almostlikestud]

The garage. Fuck but he'd forgotten what it smelled like, waking up to the smell of breakfast everyday and the sound of his sister dancing around to their dad's old casettes of the Eagles. Now he could wake up to different things. Yeah, all the things he hadn't even let himself think about when he was home cause it would've been hell. And if he moved quick, he could maybe wake a few other people up to something different too.

Of course, the door opening before he got a hand on it and Gabe being right there put those plans on the backburner. He launched himself at the taller man, almost too surprised to do anything else but seek simple body contact, arm clinging and legs wrapping and a clumsy kiss that's more bite than a press of lips.