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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"That is absolutely correct." What? No, he didn't have any trouble admitting to that. This was a self-preservational move. "I'd like to hold on to my composure today."

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"Probably the smart move," Kathy admitted wryly.

She was still smiling a bit, though. Or maybe smirking was the better word for it.

Look, he smirked at her all the time. She deserved a chance to do the same, every once in awhile.

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Ezra huffed some mock exasperated sound, then gave her a quick peck of a kiss.

"I'm glad you came over."

There, that was a good change of subject.

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"I'm glad I did, too," she said, tucking herself a little more firmly against him. "Thanks for being somewhere I can escape to, for awhile."

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"Anytime."

Well, more or less. His arms wrapped themselves a little tighter around her again.

He'd be very content not to talk at all for a while, again. Just... enjoy the comfort.

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Comfort came in short supply sometimes. Kathy pillowed herself against his chest and listened to the steady thrum of his heartbeat, hand getting lost in his hair again.

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And Ezra's hand rubbed circles against her back.

Comfort could be hard to attain, but at least he was a master thief. He could always steal a little bit of it.

And right now, they needed it.