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[rebelw_outclaws]

It's late by the time Russ returns to HQ, on the back of Journey's bike. She's supporting him when he comes in.

Heather's the first to greet him, looking him over silently. They talk quietly for a moment, and then Journey helps Russ towards the cot that Armand's resting in.

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[localhandywolf]

At first glance, it appears that Armand is merely relaxing after a hard day - one hand under his head, one knee bent up.

But he's holding himself far, far too still for Armand, and he's staring at the ceiling. Then, as Journey and Russ start towards him, he turns his head.

"And he returns." Sardonic, as normal, pain-filled, which is kinda..not.

[rebelw_outclaws]

"You son of a bitch, the fuck did you go and get yourself shot for?"

His voice only barely counts as joking.

[localhandywolf]

"Oh, no. Me first. I've had nothing to do except for grit my teeth for longer then I care to mention..the fuck you go and get yourself kidnapped for?"

[rebelw_outclaws]

"Thought I'd give you and Heather a taste of running the Pack."

Journey snags a chair and he lowers himself into it, hissing; the woman drops a kiss on his hair and then comes to sit on the other side of Armand, twining her fingers through his.