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[def_rock]

Duffy was sitting in a puddle of his skirt on the ground, in front of a bar just outside of Pacific Beach. His mascara was running, and it was starting to rain.

And he, was officially ditched.

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[justjack_really]

Jack had flown most of the way. He had grabbed a coat and slipped on shoes, slapped his face in order to wake up, then taken off into the sky. A pigeon looked at him strangely when he landed in an alley a block north of the bar, but other than that Jack managed to get there safely and anonymously.

He had been feeling like shit ever since Dog had managed to get away and had been hiding away, working and silently moping. Maybe it was good that he had to go walk Duffy home. Of course it was good. Ugh, today sucked. LIFE SUCKED.

There was his boy, though. He squatted by Duffy. "Hey, sweetie."

[def_rock]

Duffy didn't acknowledge him at first, he was.. looking at something. It was kind of far off, maybe.

"I'm really sorry," he said after a minute, without looking up.

[justjack_really]

"What? Come on, get up. Your skirt is getting all gross." Jack wrapped an arm around Duffy's shoulders, gently tugging him upwards.

[def_rock]

"I'll make a new one," he said numbly. "You-- I. Is that?" He pointed, to the side of the road. He hadn't moved since he saw it.

A lump of fur, abandoned, chest still heaving. He looked up suddenly, blue eyes dark with water. "It can't be. Can it?"