a smile that actually does stop traffic

Ezra's weekend in Fandom (well, mostly just the one hotel room) had been fantastic. But, like all fantastic things, it had come to an end - and much too soon for Ezra's liking. Because somehow, now it was already Wednesday, and that meant the weekend was getting further and further away, getting smaller in the proverbial rearview mirror. And he was back in his normal life.

Coterie business.

Although today's assignment hadn't been too bad. They'd just gone out to round someone up for a questioning. Less an actual threat and more someone who might know something about a threat, and who hadn't been keen on coming in and spilling the beans about it. The hardest part had been to find him. To sniff him out. After that, it'd been easy - he hadn't been keen on kicking up a fuss.

So, no violence necessary, for those keeping score at home.

Still, when he got home, Ezra felt the desire to take a long shower. To get his hair wet, and then just stand there in the spray for a while, like the water could wash away all the complicated thoughts in his head while it plastered his hair to his shoulders and the back of his neck. A fox could try.

[ooc: NFB but open for all the usual.]

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.]