A House in Currant, Maine, Monday

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Anyone who hadn't expected Ezra to hightail it the hell away from Limbo City at his earliest convenience was a fool. Because he had. Immediately as soon as danger had been over, and straight back to Currant.

But not to his house.

Nope, to Ava and Cade's, where he'd made himself at home on Ava's bed until she figured out he wasn't leaving. (Even if he also wasn't saying what was wrong with him. But she knew something was wrong, and that was enough.) He'd slept restlessly, but with his nose buried in Ava's hair. The warmth of her against his chest.

Home wasn't a place, you see.

But he'd returned to his house, now. Scowling at the porch like it had betrayed him, somehow. He was a little more friendly to the fridge, though, now that he was standing in front of it: he was going to positively devour its contents.

Getting kidnapped and stripped of half his self was hungry work, clearly.

[ooc: NFB but open.]

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[rebelseekspizza]

Dante let out an audible sigh.

"He's gone," he said. "Anybody who saw you or knows who you are is gone. I hope that helps, at least."

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"Not something I was worried about," Ezra replied, a little more flatly.

Still, it was good to hear, anyway. Or at least useful.

Something.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Okay," Dante said, after a short pause.

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"If I was to worry about everyone that's tried to capture me or kill me doing it again, darling, I would never get anything done."

He was Coterie. Sure, most of the time that had meant he was the hunter, not the hunted, but he was familiar enough with that side of thing, too.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Sure," Dante said. "But I feel better knowing no one's gonna come in and kidnap you on my behalf again."

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"Fair," Ezra said. A little on the mild side.

Then, a little brighter, he added, "I would also prefer not to be kidnapped on anyone's behalf again, if you don't mind, darling."

It wasn't much of a quip. It was, however, the best he could do.