[After seeing what Zev had written, there had been nothing for it but some time at the battle dome. Jack's coming home still frustrated and heartsick, still bewildered and dreading the first time he sees Zev on the street, but at least he's tired enough that the feelings aren't thrashing around in him hard enough to break something.
W.G. over his shoulder, he opens the locks on the door, pushing it open with a low sigh and a call inward.]
Eugene! You-?
[And that's as far as he gets into asking if Eugene is home yet. Because there's no missing not one but two figures on the couch, and his mouth goes dry to see them together, Zev back in their house and drinking from their mugs like . . . like . . .
Dryly, he swallows, eyes flitting between Eugene and Zevran as hope and confusion war across his face, pulse pounding in his ears.]
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W.G. over his shoulder, he opens the locks on the door, pushing it open with a low sigh and a call inward.]
Eugene! You-?
[And that's as far as he gets into asking if Eugene is home yet. Because there's no missing not one but two figures on the couch, and his mouth goes dry to see them together, Zev back in their house and drinking from their mugs like . . . like . . .
Dryly, he swallows, eyes flitting between Eugene and Zevran as hope and confusion war across his face, pulse pounding in his ears.]