Good thing, too, 'cause Dante's sublimating of everything into neat categories like pissed and bored and looking for a distraction didn't work fast enough not to leave him pausing, however briefly, over the first step of the stairs upwards.

Maybe he should--

Nope. Not finishing that thought. Finishing the step, instead.

Fuck, he hoped Alana was still up. He didn't need Ezra's shitty mood gumming up the hard work he'd been doing not thinking about Monday or the Monday before that or his shitty fucking life in general, thanks.